Stupid Femininity.

Why Lord?! Why?!  I would like to ask The Lord one day why in the world He felt that there was value in placing an annoying, red suicide prompt inside the female body. Monthly, or if I'm lucky once every three, this tragedy condemns me. It disables me mentally and definitely physically. For Miley's sake I cannot walk! The initial gut-wrenching feeling that throws me onto the nearest surface in a ball, curled up with my stomach and face cringing makes me mad. I don't see the point! The fact that I can't simply button my pants or even where a skirt (for fear of too much freedom) is just frustrating. Curse men. The way they complain about life sickens me, especially when there is absolutely no evidence of a monthly death in their biological histories. Blessed animals is what they are.