For some reason or another, I was a very early bloomer. This story is back from 8th grade. It's a fuzzy memory so, it might sound a bit obscure.
One of my friends, Jess was having a birthday sleepover with a bunch of us girls. Mind you, this was during the myspace phase. Pre-Facebook days. It was late at night and we began snooping around our myspace pages and showing off our friends to each other. When it was my turn, from what I remember correctly, I showed them a few myspace pages of my guy friends that I thought were cute. Steph, one of the girls at the sleepover, commented that one of the guys looked very similar to the previous guy I had shown them. Now, for whatever the fuck reason why that set me off so bad, I became very hostile towards Steph all of a sudden. To the point where she even got mad at me. The next morning, I awoke to realize that Mother Nature had arrived and a wave of relief washed over me.
Thankfully, Steph and I joke about this from time to time but she later told me that she almost left the sleepover because she was so mad at me for me being mad at her.
I am aware that I become psychotic when the PMS monster takes over. I can't stop myself from thinking the world is going to end and everything must be gone about in an overly dramatic approach 12 times a year.
For future reference, if anyone becomes a victim, a million apologies.
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