What I hate most; PMS-ing. I know the time of the month is coming anytime soon. Because right now I'm feeling constantly hungry, sleepy, moody, needy, emotional, and the list goes on.
All I wanna do is just roll myself in a duvet and somebody will come and spoon me and cuddle me. And tell me they love me. And play with my hair and smile sheepishly at me because I'll be crying un-alarmed-ly with silly reasons and I'll look silly doing so, but we just don't care anymore because I'm PMS-ing.
I'm missing everybody I love. Especially the ones at home. (Home is where the heart is.)
P/s : in the midst of Our Little Jaulah, current location; Munich, Germany.
Missing Salzburg already. (Picture by NisaNusi)