Rum is for drinking, not for burning

I’m fucking hanging off my bed absolutely fuck all on me just sweating like a motherfucker because ITS TOO FUCKING HOT! At work it was way too fuckin hot, like I genuinely can’t stand how humid it gets here. I hate how shirts stick to my skin, how my jeans get that weird uncomfortable cold feeling cause of the sweat, how my hair just decides it can’t be arsed anymore and fuckin dies on me. 

My room gets hot and stuffy, I’ll only open windows to a certain width (gotta keep the bugs away yknow) and holy shit it’s horrific. I can’t go under the covers cause it’s wayyyy too sweaty and I can’t not go under them cause for some fucking reason I think that some fucking horror movie villan is gonna come diddle me or whatever. 

2:50am as I’m writing this and I actually want to die. Thank god I’m working backshifts and can somewhat afford the lack of sleep but jeez dude I can’t stand this.