I can’t be near Law because the tmi might drive him crazy.
Like Bro would have to deal with me ranting about periods and would have to be doing the “mhm, yeah, right, hm” responses, not really paying attention.
Yapper girl and listening boy fr
Like this is how it would go (details on period related stuff so if you’re eating or uncomfortable, I’d go)
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“I hate birth controls so much. My last birth control made it where my period never really stopped? Like, there were little blood clots that were I don’t know, drier and less sticky, more of a brownish color. I fucking hated them. Why are the side effects so big? I could make a blanket out of it!”
“Uh huh,”
“Also, everyone says the worse part of periods are the pains and heavy blood flows- which they aren’t wrong, but those blood clots are really one of worst things ever. Especially when you’re using the toilet and you feel it’s every move. It fucking sucks!”
“Hm,”
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And then he would have to deal with it. I feel like he’d either listen because of the doctor brain, or tune me out because I can’t stop yapping about it since I can’t get those thoughts out.
And I would be a menace. Mini wars will happen.