To Ishtar

Ishtar, the guardian of the prostitutes.
can I, on behalf of myself
declare how I found
this contradicting
sense within
of the really really do how much I care for you
and an urge
to stab your beautiful back.

-sisie-

blame it on the hormones

this week has been hell.
I've been excessively and unexplainably hell this week.

really, you're lucky for not being my boyfriend,
because i'm excessively bitchy, annoying, a spoiled-brat lil' girl who is an attention seeker this week. believe me, it's a worst nightmare.
oh yeah, and I cry a whole fucking lot times this damn week.

and yes it's been a week,
and still I haven't got my period.

shhhoot.
-sie-