The curse of being a woman is that special time of the month when your hormones go haywire and you emotions running on high. It is the time of the month when your defences are down and emotions take over. It is the time of the month when you miss affections, a hug, a kiss, a smile. I don't like that time of the month coz it makes me vulnerable, and empty.. and all I want to is curl up in bed and immerse my mind in a great big hug, to slip away from this void of emptiness, and enter into a warm fuzzy comfortable feeling. Makes sense?