And just like that it all starts happening again. It slowly creeps in. The anxiety starts to build a bit earlier than before this time around. I think it may be because I just have more time on my hands. More time to just notice the subtle changes. More time to just notice the slight mood differences and the slight difference in my thought patterns. It is only going to get worse before it gets better and then, just like that, it will be over like nothing ever happened. Like I had just made it all up in my mind. Fuck you PMS, this is starting to get old now.