truth before a certain period

There comes a time when every heartbreak, disappointment or wrong turn in life accumulates into a dark mass that is more solid and profound than anything else. Anything good and warm and even ultimately positive that came out of all of that just seems ike the product of your super-human desire to survive. At that time, you might be blessed enough for someone ignorant and free to offer their love and the only think you can think of is “for the love of god, your retarded god and my black-hole god, stay away from me, save yourself and save anything pretty we might have shared”. That time usually comes every month a couple of days before my period. And yet my cry is truth: “God why did you have to make me a primitive hopeless animal programmed for reproduction and death?”

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