>>208174Because this garbage winter of dirty grayish brown frozen pudding scraps lining everywhere that isn't slick murder ice has overstayed its welcome and I've been sick for more of the past month than not and I feel like the end is near and everything is just a thin layer of wrapping paper with nothing behind it. One of these days an icy gust of wind will just tear me open and scatter it into the wind like a pile of confetti and streamers.
