Mania

I was terribly horny a few days ago. I couldn’t focus at work. I was supposed to meet Oscar but he was stuck at work and only got home after midnight. Great. Just great.

I called Richard during lunchtime, telling him I had that burning desire and needed a cock in me. Unfortunately he is nine hours away by flight…in Australia. Fuck.

In the evening, we talked on the phone again. It was an emotional rollercoaster; one moment I was laughing, the next moment I was crying. He asked if I my diet changed recently, and other questions…trying to figure this shit out.

The only difference this month is my period. It lasted for 16 days. This is excluding the lighter days. Yes. I was bleeding for more than half of the month. Why? I believe my cycle was trying to regulate itself. I missed it last month, and a few months ago, I was on pills to pause my period. This month, it came with vengeance.

Richard did some reading on Google and found out that I was going through some hormonal imbalace. Great. Just great. “Well…you have a first-hand experience of pregnancy,” he said. Jeez. I don’t want to go through that.

Usually, I’m very good at compartmentalising my emotions, but this time… I failed. Fuck hormonal imbalance. I was superbly horny and uneasy and crazy and urgh! It drives me up the wall. An entire day of mania was so exhausting. I crashed the following day. A friend said it sounds like bipolar disorder; I thought so too. I’m glad it’s over.