Welcome To the Roller Coaster That Is My Emotions

Wheeeeeeeeeee!
I'm sure someday they'll use this blog as a textbook example of crazy girl disease PMS. Literally, in a textbook. I'm not sure what class they'll be teaching in the future (Robot... Class...?), but yes. I will go down in history as that crazy girl whose emotions ranged from Ecstatic ("I'm okay! I'm okay! And I go running and stuff!") to Completely Despondent ("I hate holidays. I used to have a boyfriend. And we had a christmas tree.").
I googled "PMS rollercoaster graph" because I can only assume that if I haven't drawn a picture of this, some crazy bitch on the internet has.
Sho' nuff! :

Accurate representation of what I like to call:

Rage Time

I probably should not have googled "roller coaster" because not only is that redundant when paired with "PMS" it turned up a lot of these:

Also induces nausea, coincidentally.

And then, in a sweet merging of the two:

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. 

Okay, so this has officially become the most girly posting EVER. Let's talk about pap smears next. (Yes, I went there. Please guys, you don't even know what it even entails. Stop crying.)

Ah, no. Sorry. It's been a hard couple of weeks. 

I can't help but type: First world problems...

I'm so tired of myself.