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It has been gray, dreary, rainy, cold, awful, depressing, and bleak for DAYS.
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The weathermen (yes, they're all MEN around here) keep promising snow. Not that I'd like snow, but at least it would be much less depressing than this shit.
On CNN.com, it says the forecast for today is snow.
Not one flake.
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But why did I believe them? They're all fucking liars!! They got my hopes up on purpose that there'd be relief in sight!! But NOOOOOOO!! No snow! Just gray, dreary, drizzling, bleak, awful RAIN!! And cold!! :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
Spring is never coming back, is it? I keep remembering the Witch in that C.S. Lewis book who made it always winter and never spring or Christmas. That's what whistle-ass has done, isn't it?
Spring is gone forever. It's never going to get any warmer. My shoelaces will always be sopping wet at the end of the day because they won't stay tied and there's always going to be puddles for them to drag through because it's never going to stop raining and the sun won't come out tomorrow and I want to curl up and die!!! :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
I've got a light therapy box, and I've been in front of it 4-6 hours a day for two weeks. It helps (I've not slashed my wrists yet) but it's not a solution. The only solution is Spring, which is gone!! Whistle-ass has frozen us in time so it'll never be November and he'll be pResident until he dies!!
Somebody, anybody, PLEASE put me out of my misery.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
P.S. I don't drink, so don't suggest that, please. Believe it or not, if I were drinking right now I'd be ten times more depressed.
P.P.S. And Malloy's gone, too!! :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
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