Goodbye, Summertime Girl.

The clouds are gray. The sky changes with the days, but today it has changed for the worse. It looks like it's going to rain. It looks like today is going to make me feel sick to my stomach. I try and stick it out but it doesn't look like it will make much of a difference whether I want to make it through everything or not. It doesn't look like today will amount to much of anything, and the day doesn't want me to feel happy.

It makes me cry. Because for no reason at all my eyes start to water and spill out and fall down my cheeks. The sky is dirty and it makes me feel the same way.

My lip quivers.

Maybe it isn't just the sky that makes me feel so shitty.

Maybe it's everything else.