Depending on the amount of pride and the length of time you've lived with a person, who you can be while on the rag can vary. Sometimes, you're all of these things at once. And that's okay.

1. The Crier

This is the bottler. They hold all of their emotions in until "Aunt Flow" rolls around and suddenly have an excuse to be a weeping wreck. Avoid this girl at all costs (being around her and being her). She is a dead give away to herself and will scare off suitors until she can handle her life.

2. The Needy One

This is the baby. She will expect you to be her mother, essentially, for the next week. She will be asking you for tampons, to run to the student center for her, if you have a heating pad she could borrow. She cannot function on her own while capable and basically reverts back to pre-pubescent ability when it's that time.

3. The Irrational One

This is the stereotype: She will want to understand why you thought it was okay to have chicken stir fry on a Thursday. You knew she bought that chicken last week to make a panini tomorrow. How could you? You knew that, you know how hard this week has been for her. Can you just be on her side for once? Why are you always attacking her? Her mom thinks you're wrong for her anyone and this proves it. She's never actually loved you. Stop! Leave her alone. Could you draw her a bath?

4. The Violent One

This is the worst. She is a ticking time bomb. She will ice you out for hours on end, but crack your knuckles at the wrong time and she will threaten to get the landlord involved because you are the worst roommate she could possibly have imagined and can not and will not stand you for another four months.

5. The Horn Dog

This is the little-known side effect. This girl wants one thing only this week: Chipotle and anything above the waist.

6. The "Hiding-It" One

This is the freak of nature. The girl who exercises "because these cramps need to take a chill pill." The girl who claims to be craving a vegan smoothie bowl on day three. This is a girl full of self-denial. Embrace the glorious mess that you are boo, bleed freely and proudly. Watch some "Dirty Dancing" and wallow in self-pity for a hot second. It's okay.