I am on strike until the rain goes away. I have become so removed from society I believe the weather is personally against me. This is further proved by the fact my social and educational life seem to have actually started to develop in correlation to the amount of rain.
I have no evidence of any of my outsidedness except for when I’m with Rosy as she’s the only one I feel comfortable taking photos of food and beverages to Instagram with. People are willing to be outside with me, honest, I do know people that put up with me but they’re mostly post-2010 friends. Last night was particularly surprising as I had assumed for the last year my ‘high school friends’ were plotting my murder in order to parade my head around England. Thankfully, they weren’t. Or they were and are just really bad at plotting murder.
I’m moving back to my mother’s tomorrow as spending any more time in my flat is just tempting the cholera.
