It seems like it's been humid forever.
I hate to start whining but the it just sends me over the edge. I can't seem to do anything and I can't seem to feel anything but my body hurting.
I don't even like listening to myself anymore.
It has taken me so fricking long to type this and I'm not even halfway through. My hands don't work and typing this just hurts. Why am I still typing? I'm typing because it might help me get my mind off of the pain but, so far, it's not working.
Did I also tell you that my mood is in the gutter? Usually writing helps me.
Not tonight.
I'm done.
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