Fuck you winter

Seriously.  We're done.  This is an abusive fucking relationship, and I don't have to put up with it.  Did you know it's summer on half the planet right now?  That's right.  I've got options.  I've got better options than you and I don't have to put up with you any longer.  You were kind of cool, at first, but then you weaseled your way into every facet of my life.  Then I learned what a frigid bitch you really were.  Storms, traffic, road closures, more storms, lost wages, lost power, lost heat, hell, because of you I haven't left my apartment in 5 days.  I ran out of food two days ago and have been drinking ever since.  I haven't talked to a living human in 4 days.   I haven't showered in 3 days and I can't masturbate any more because of the chafing.  I'm a broken shell of a human. You've wrecked my life and I want it back.  

No more warnings, winter.  We're through.  The first chance I get, I'm leaving for someplace where water exists as a liquid.  Fuck you.