Fuck.
Super bad mood.
The PMS kicks in.
I do not know what is wrong with me.
I see anger, frustration, irritation and defence.
I learnt during OB that one exudes Perceptual Defence in order to protect one's values.
This is annoying the hell out of me too.
I thought about tonnes of stuff today.
I thought of making out with you-know-who again.
I thought of the night we made out.
I thought of the passion.
I thought of my disgust.
I thought of my confusing state of mind.
I thought of Suyin and Prem,
and how Suyin and I used to call him by his full name.
Premnath Son of Nadison Latchmanan the Second.
I feel much better already.