I've had about enough of you.
July 2016 was Earth's hottest mois ever recorded. toi heard me. Ever. Was that really necessary?
I really need to déplacer on, Summer, and I'd like toi to do the same. Don't drag it out. Let's just get on with it.
You're just not doing it for me anymore. These hundred degree days are just too much. My skin burns at the thought of you. I dread having to go outside, because I know toi and your evil little buddy The Sun are there and ready to burn me. (Tell that jerk he's up past his bedtime.) I shouldn't have to apply sunscreen for a 5 minute trip to the store, Summer.
I'm ready to déplacer on to winter. At this point, I'm even prepared to skip the fall stage. I'm just not a summer person, Summer. I can't do this anymore. I have wants. I have needs.
I want to reunite with my favori hoodie, and wear it so often that people will wonder if it has fused to my skin.