🌐𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝚄𝙼𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙼- 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

It's going to be another bout of storms for the next few days, I don't trust the forecast, it's going to be gross and miserable the next few days. I enjoy rain, don't get me wrong, but during the summer there's a limit, the air feels like breathing hot soup, you can't sweat, you just broil. It just feels gross, I don't feel I can keep myself pretty right now, I don't like looking in the mirror today. I've noticed I've been more uncomfortable going out, I don't want to be seen in public- I don't want to be perceived, I don't want people who know me to recognize me, I don't remember ever feeling such fear at college. Here old women sneer and take photos from their cars, I don't want to be the topic of your facebook conversation, there's people staring- stop that- I don't want to be perceived by you, I don't want to be here, this is not my home this is where I just happened to be put. It makes me just not want to go outside, but I suppose that's precisely what I've been doing, what does it even matter if the weather is bad if I don't leave? Solitude is an umbrella term. I don't like people, but I do- just certain people, this place I'm does not have enough of that kind of people. 

-Sentient