I groan as I walk down the stairs clutching onto my stomach, I f*****g hate periods, hate them! I also hate how whenever my periods come I'm sick and I've got important s**t to do, and it just slows me down.
I enter the kitchen and open my fridge checking on what I can eat, I want chocolate...lots of it. Another thing I hate is the cravings that come, for one I really don't like chocolate, the bars but I don't mind cakes and milkshakes and stuff like that but here I am crying in front of the fridge for it.
My phone rings on the counter and I turn to look at it, I answer it sniffing out a hello.
"Hello?"
"Rina are you okay?"
Just hearing his voice makes me cry much more than I was, f*****g hormones.
"K."
"Baby, what's wrong?"
I sob into the phone, he called me 'baby'. This is pathet
