So I dont' think anyone reads this anymore.
Maybe that's a good thing.
My friend and I now have a running joke that I'm a sex hypochondriac.
I take all the necisary precautions, but always tend to allow myself to get freaked out about one thing or another. I'd been doing fairly well. . . .
but I have no idea where my period is
Tralalalla
for some reason I'm not allowing myself to freak out about it.
I did the math.
I'm atleast 3 days late.
I don't know why I don't care.
Probably because I didn't love him.
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