Ever since last summer when my brother had his wedding my period has been irregular.
I was part of the wedding which caused a lot of stress and worrying, etc.
My periods never last no more then 3 days and is never really heavy.
But for some reason they keep coming later and later now, I get all the symptoms of starting my period like 2 weeks before I actually start.
Im a virgin so I have never been sexually active, so Im not sure what else can cause this.

Should I go to the doctors and asked to be put on birth control to regulate my period?
Or is it normal for it to be like this, even after a year after it initially started being irregular?


Any advice would be appreciated.

Dear you,

I hope Im not making a mistake by taking you back.
I dont think you could really understand how much you mean to me.
I missed you so much.
Please dont become my first real regret.



I love you baby.

I wrote this for one of my classes.

My Dearest Mary,

 

            I dream of the day that I will be able to hold you again. This war life is nothing like I expected. There is more down time then actual battle time and there is not much that we can do. Most of the time I just think of you and Molly, she must be getting really big. There really isn’t much else I can do. Me and the other soldiers try to keep our spirits up by talking about our families or cracking jokes. The trenches are unbearable. The mud is so high that we cannot see our feet and depending on where you step you might be stepping on one of our soldiers that gave their life. The bodies leave a horrible smell but most of us have become numb to it by now. The rats don’t help the problem either; they feast on what is left of the bodies. Since the mud is so deep we have learned to sleep standing up or to lean against one another. Nights here are intimidating. We can hear the chewing of the rats feeding. We can see lights off in the distance of our enemy’s lanterns. Not a lot of us can sleep at night; we are on edge most of the time. It rains most of the time here, there are very few clear days when the sun is out. But when those days come they really lift our spirits. There is no comparing your food to what I get here. For a few days at a time we hardly get to even eat. What food we do get, doesn’t really have a taste. All it is is beans out of a can and a piece of stale bread. The actual fighting is more real then I would like to admit. There are a lot of things that happened to me here that I will never be able to tell you because I would not want to scare you. Last night I had a close encounter with the enemy. The captain sent me on a special mission with a few of his other men to get the papers that they had. I was the first to go into the enemy trench and I picked off to soldiers as soon as I got in there. Their bodies dropped to my feet, that’s when I realized that this was real and I could not make any mistakes. The other enemy soldiers must have hear us because I could hear them moving around that’s when one of the men with me threw a grenade around the corner to kill anyone that might be there. It seemed before the smoke could clear I had the documents in my hand and was yelling to my men to hurry and get out of there. We entered “no man’s land” just as the enemies started firing at us with the machine guns. I heard the other two men go down that where with me but I had no time to stop I had to get back with the documents. There where bullets rushing past me in all directions, one clipped my shoulder but all I got from it was a tiny scrape. I tripped once coming back, and I landed looking in the face of another soldier that had died. But there was no time for me to lose my composure I had to get back. I finally reached our trenches and jumped back in. I never once looked back at the men that had once been my friends, and family. This war has been such an experience. It is nothing that I ever expected. Trust me I was not expecting it to be easy or just a vacation. But to have to see people that I care about die right in front of me and to be away from you for so long has defiantly taken its toll. There is a lot I will never be able to talk about after this war is over. I cant wait to be able to go back to my daily routine of waking up next to you and going off to work at the factory. The fact is though, that I will come back a changed man, if I come back at all. Mary, there is a possibility that this will be the last time that you will have contact with me. The war is unpredictable and I never know what is going to happen next. I don’t want you to have high hopes and then something happen to me. I just want you to know that I really love you and if for some reason I do not make it home take care of Molly for me and tell her, her daddy loves her.

 

Love,

Mathew