June 1, 2012
I woke up today to a clear sky. Funny how only hours before it had been raining cats and dogs upon the roof. I had only barely gotten away with sleep as a thunderstorm had raged throughout the whole night - which I must say had been a match for my emotions.
But I opened my eyes to a wide mass of startling clear blue skies. Not a cloud in sight. After a long and almost never-ending feel of a storm, is it normal for it to be so calm and spotless of trouble?
It's funny how much the weather bothers me.
It's funny how much things in general bother me when they don't make sense.
I didn't like the sky.
I didn't like it.