Period Peregrinations…

Leonard has not written much about the excruciating chaos that is the reality of my evening–

I imagine an end to the suffering.

A world where the writhing around in bed, in tears doesn’t last quite so long… and quite so often.

Nurofen and lucid plans of ordering in.

I want my mum.

Or a cuddle.

Or both.

And maybe some horse tranquiliser to boot. x.

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