I hate when my stomach gets all non-menstrual crampy and all I want to do is go potty but can't. This morning I woke up at the opposite end of the bed in last night's clothes with terrible stomach pains. I need to use the bathroom. I need to bathe. It's gross, I know. Oh, well.
p.s. At least my pits are never wild and don't smell. I'm not that gross. Oh! And I've got this thing about good dental hygiene and clean ears.
p.s. squared My mom just left and that means I get to try and go in her bathroom. Later.
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