gushing

All I wanted was some fucking cereal, you know? These period craving got me craving marshmallow frootloops. I'm relaxed calmly sitting in bed, craving my damn frootloops. I stand up. Oh my fucking  god do I stand up, keep in mind that I had been laying in bed for a long ass time. Anyways, I stand up AND I FEEL BLOOD GUSHING OUT OF ME. GUSHING. WHEN I SAY GUSHING I DONT MEAN A TRICKLE. OR A FEW DROPS. NO. FAR FROM THAT. IT WAS LIKE IF SOMEONE OPENED A FAUCET. THE BLOOD WOULD NOT STOP. I KNOW I HAVE A HEAVY FLOW THE FIRST TWO DAYS BUT WHAT THE HELL. WHAT THE FUCK. At first, I thought, "oh shitt my white pants." Then it went to, "OH FUCK MY FROOTLOOPS." So there's me, standing there, with soggy white pants, and crushed dreams of frootloops and marshmallows.