DAMN MY SERIES. DAMN IT STRAIGHT TO HELL.

[shinnanigans]

For those of you who did not know, I’ve spent the better part of the last two years of my life in a flipping sweet space colony. Now, in said space colony, it rains at a perfectly modulated rate every evening at four o’ clock precisely. One of the nicer things about returning to Earth, even if I spent most of my time on a sterile white battleship, was occasionally having actual weather. It was refreshing! It was a change.

BUT NOT THIS MUCH WATER, EVEN IF IT DOES SUIT MY ALL-ENCOMPASSING ANGST AND WHY DOES EVERYONE I LOVE DIE? WHY? WHAT DO THE UNIVERSE AND THE GODDAMN DRUGGIES HAVE AGAINST ME?

IS THAT SOMEONE DROWNING OVER THERE? OH, THE MEMORIES. IF I SAVE THEM, THEY’LL JUST DIE ON ME. AGAIN.

*sniff* I need a hug.