Seven Hundred & Ninety Eight

Theme: Aunt Irma

Aunt Irma is rapidly approaching, and I know this how? I can't stop crying. Even at the most smallest of things. I have no control. I feel so alone and fucking miserable. I always get these feelings before. It was confirmed this morning when my aunt Irma app told me. Usually I recognise these feelings as aunt Irma and do my living best to chuck them aside, but this month I've not remembered when I'm due on and therefore, I've been a sad twat.

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