M.E.E.P.S.
When you’re so full of hormones you start yelling at the sky and crying over a crumb.
She M. E. E. P. S. every time she gets a bad text. It’s like a drama queen with a side of tears.
He M. E. E. P. S. at the mall. He screamed at a mannequin and threw a lipstick at a discount rack.
I M. E. E. P. S. every time I see my crush. It’s like my brain is a pizza and my heart is the cheese.