I hate this gloomy weather.

I hate this gloomy weather—this weather that gives cold air and gloomy sky. I don't like how it pours heavy rains. They are unstoppable. There are lightnings everywhere that come after a scary sound. There are noises. There's darkness and coldness.

I hate this gloomy weather—there is no electricity. How can I blog? How can I write? How can I stalk your account? How can I? I miss you so bad. I don't know what to do.

I hate this gloomy weather--it reminds me how cold my feeling is. What is this? I don't know. There are so many thoughts in my mind and these make me feel this feeling even more. Is it sadness? Is it loneliness? Is it hopeless? I really don't know.

I remember that there is once a time when I had loved this gloomy weather. I used to love and embrace its coolness; it gave me the inspiration to be creative. I used to enjoy this weather where I bathed in the rain with my friends. But, it seems like everything changes. People change and so do I.

I hate this weather you for making me hate this weather. I hate how uncomfortable I am to be here, sitting on this chair in front of the computer, writing this gloomy post. I hate this weather because of you. It reminds me of how lonely I am not to have you.

I hate this weather. We used to love this weather; bathed together in the rain. And now, yes, everything changes. And I hate how the changes turned out like this.

I hate this gloomy weather and I hate this gloomy feeling. Actually, I really don't hate them, it's just that I hate myself for hating everything.

I hate this gloomy weather and how this weather makes me realize how immature I am. I should grow up too—grow like how people around me grow without me by their sides. I hate it, I was left behind. I am left behind with this gloomy weather in a gloomy room feeling gloomy about everything.

I hate this gloomy weather.

♥ ☺ ♥ And that what life brings. ♥ ☺ ♥