Today is damp cold and uncomfortable. Its a dreary day and chauvin being found guilty only adds to the morose feeling brought about by cold shitty days like this. Especially because i had my heart ripped out of my chest during the most emotionally traumatic experience of my life during winter. She toyed with me for ages and like a cuck i allowed it. So these cold unpleasant days remind me of the times when i allowed myself to be my weakest most embarassing self... hows that? Can we talk like two people who actually think we are talking to other people now?