just for the record

Hormonal issues of the PMS kind+a recently-acknowledged case of pretty dang severe skin hunger+a general lack of self-confidence and the usual depressive and anxiety-related issues = a night worse than a drop. At least a drop is predictable. The combination tonight had me outright sobbing on at least two occasions, not to mention questioning the hell out of my status with someone rather important. I know what's up intellectually, but wo de ma does my intellect fall short of convincing the rest of me. Ow!

I'm drinking a bunch of water and then crashing. Frakking hormonal shit, on top of everything else...

Edited to add: She said the conversation I owe her when we're both free, on a personal topic we're both savvy regarding that I'm not detailing in here, sounded good. When she says something, she means it. I may still be working on remembering that, but it's enough and then some tonight. Poke a tangle of brain chemistry and other mental issues in the eye. Whew.