That time of the month

Silent pep talks.
Quiet and animated conversations in my head.
Anxiety, frustration,mood swings and depression.
All coupled with well timed pangs of hunger& soon enough, boredom.

I know I can,but somehow , ugh.
Why?
The essential question.
It's funny how you become philosophical at a time like this.
I guess there's nothing else to question,except your very existence itself.

Streams of unconsciousness,
Piles of papers,
Coffee stains ,
Blurry eyes
and German expressionism.

Yep, its that time of the month again,
Exam time.