This has been a pretty shitty week. And I'm not the kind of person who likes to make these kinds of generalizations, but when tragedies like what happened at the Boston Marathon occur the same week a good friend of yours decides to take their life, it puts things in a very shitty, disheartening, soul-crushing perspective.

I just want spring to stay. I need a change in season.

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