womanly symptoms

I had a feeling it was going to start either right on or right before my birthday. Boy, do I know how to call it...

I can't decide if I want to have a bad birthday or a good birthday. I've thought about either staying in bed and moping the entire time, and I've thought about going out and having ridiculous amounts of fun to distract myself. Either situation is equally shitty compared to what I expected.

I thought that by this time Hunter might have snapped out of it and would show up and surprise me.

I should know it won't happen, but I'm still hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and