It is March 18th, 4:48, came inside because the sun was cooking me alive. I spend a lot more time outside on the porch now than I ever did in the past, mostly because of the whole 'I need blinding sunlight to see clearly' thing.
That's all, really. I argued with my friends about politics. Nothing exciting.
Very frustrated today. Every day that things stay the same and I lose a little bit more hope. Forlorn is the word that comes to mind.
The sun still hasn't embraced us with fiery arms.
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