NO.
no no no no nooooooooooooo………… Any joy in my bones is shrugging out in these cold stabs of rain. ENDLESS RAIN. I don’t know how I ever survived the North.
FUCK. THIS. I can’t think and I’m supposed to be applying for jobs which is nigh impossible because who in their right mind would go out in weather like this? In such a barren, barren lost city.
Winter in a Lost City- I hope I can do this through sheer will. now, manifesting care packages with my mind… anything that reduces the gloom.
