I created this series because I wanted to share all my dark, twisted thoughts with the world, which I haven't posted yet (the episode about my parents doesn't count, that was just venting). I love the idea of sharing stories without enduring human interaction...which is why I want to share the story of my first period with people I will never meet irl. And guys, if you're reading this, it's a little more psychological and less bloody of a story than you would think.

It all started the summer of 5th grade. I was at camp, and one day I had really bad stomach pains (which foretold the future puke-inducing cramps). The next morning I woke up to the sight of blood in my undies. Because I had proper sex-education, I knew what was going on, but was too shy to ask a camp councilor for pads. I tried multiple times to approach one, but they were always surrounded by other girls trying, I can only guess, to also get pads (I honestly have no clue what they were asking for, it could have been advice for how to best bury a body). I ended up braving through the constant onslaught of cramps and bleeding for my entire period, and never wore those underwear again. The end.

That's it. Wait, did I say this wasn't very bloody so you would keep reading? Sorry, I lied. It's more a tale of introvertedness at its finest.

Ps. If you were wondering how the blood didn't show through my pants, I would stuff toilet paper into my underwear, which were already very thick. It also helped that the uniform pants were navy blue.