I don’t understand why tampon adverts always show girls on their period dancing and wearing white skirts and making out with someone and stuff.

Surely a more effective advertising campaign would be a bunch of girls in various states of misery.

Like, curled over in bed going "WHHHHY?!" and eating chocolate on the sofa and sobbing at the end of 'The Notebook' and getting angry at not being able to open a jar and crying when the cat doesn’t want to cuddle.

Followed by: ‘We understand. We’re sorry. Let us make it a little less awful.’

And the wrapping shouldn’t be like pink with polka dots, it should be dinosaurs stepping on buildings and stuff.

A List Of Thinkings I Should Remember

1. time heals
2. the sunrise is constant
3. salt water stings
4. i am worth all of it
5. driving calms
6. the music will never end
7. books finish (sometimes happily)
8. locked doors can be unlocked
9. trees produce oxygen
10. i produce carbon dioxide
11. stars die all the time
12. the sun burns

The injuries I cause myself...

Bad Karma, Bad Dream

Yesterday, I had a bad experience with a smear test -- yes, I know, i'm cursed with bad luck and bad karma. But last night I dreamed about it...more like a nightmare.

Basically, in my nightmare, the gynecologist told me that i'll not be able to ever have kids and Chris broke up with me for that fact and everyone basically treated me like I was an outcast...

UGH, WHY DO I DREAM SO MUCH?!

Black & White

I dislike people who think of everything as being black and white; the people who think it's either yes and no; the people who absolutely cannot comprehend that there might just be something other than "black" or "white" - like the fuzzy "grey" area in between for example. People, situations, relationships...are often not as straightforward as that, and narrow-minded people who can't see that bug me.

Do you know like we were saying, about the Earth revolving? It's like when you're a kid, the first time they tell you that the world is turning and you just can't quite believe it cause everything looks like it's standing still? I can feel it, the turn of the earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles per hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven miles per hour. And I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world. And if we let go... That's who I am.

Something the therapist told me today:

The most self-damaging thing is acting like everything is ok - it's not ok and you know it. Pretending not to feel any pain just doubles what you actually feel inside, and then you suffer more.