It’s official: this weather can go die in every fire available to humankind.
Without going into too much detail, I had plans. The rain shit all over them. Normally, that doesn’t bother me but this has been going on for weeks. I’m sick of rain, sick of not being able to plan for anything, just sick of it all. Making things worse? I brought up Sammy. So naturally, I burst into tears. At least the cry made me feel better.
As of right now, all I really want to do is go to bed. Maybe things will look better after some sleep. It can’t hurt.