Weather.
Fuck this weather, man.
It is April. It is 74 degrees outside.
What the fuck.
I won't be happy until it's 90 again. I can't be. I need to feel like I'm boiling in my own skin. I need it soon.
Everything that is supposed to be is not. What the fuck's up with that?
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