It’s not enough that this unbearable heat is making me act like I’m constantly PMS-ing, oh no. It’s not enough that I’m sweaty all day long even though I take up to 5 showers a day, that I can’t focus on shit because all I want to do is tear the skin off my body because this summer heat is excruciatingly painful. It’s not enough that I have a shitload of things I want and need to get done and I can’t because all I can do each day every day is sit 1 meter away from the air conditioner trying to keep calm and not lose it. No, summer needs to screw me 24/7. Because now that it’s evening and a tad less hot out and I feel like a normal human again who can actually be active and get some stuff done, now I have flying mutant bugs in my room because I was foolish enough to open the fucking window for air. And yeah, I am fucking afraid of giant flying blood sucking night wasps or whatever the fuck they are. Some people are scared of heights, I’m fucking scared of giant-ass bugs. I can’t even sit in my chair now because they appear and disappear like fucking ninjas screwing with my brain and I’m paranoid as fuck. I’d like to be all nature-loving and whatnot, but I can’t when I’ve been pissed all day.
I loathe summer. I loathe this time of year with all my being. I swear, if summer was a person, I would actually commit murder. I’d have no problem spending the rest of my life in jail if I’d get to kill the human impersonation of this fucking season. And I wouldn’t just kill that motherfucker, I’d torture them first, till they’d have to redefine the meaning of the word. I’d bloody stab that motherfucker in the throat and in the chest and in their fucking eyeballs and I’d fucking cut their genitals off and mutilate them till they end up looking like fucking hamburger meat. Yeah, congrats, summer, you’re the only thing in this bloody world that makes me actually lose it.
I’ve been constantly pissed for the past week because of this season. It’s not that I can’t function properly. I can’t function at all. I wake up and I’m angry, I drink water and I’m angry, I fucking go take a piss and I’m angry. I’m always angry and it’s tiresome as hell, and I feel like bitch slapping every single person who dares talk to me. And now I just wanna sit on my bloody laptop for a bit and I can’t because of horror-sized summer bugs and I’m beyond angry. And my pores are dying here. My feet are swollen because of all this fucking heat. My clothes make my skin itch and nothing tastes right, I feel like throwing up after everything I eat.
The first thing I’m going to do when I get to earn some money will be to leave this fucking country for good and never come back. I’m gonna move to the North Pole if necessary and never even get close to this part of the world ever again. Unless it’s fucking freezing. I’ll be happy then.