When it rains, it pours.

It's my friend Bryant's 22nd birthday today. He died New Years Eve night.

I'm not one to whine. Actually, I don't think I even have the ability to cry while I'm sober. But god, I hate the rain.

In the last year, it's rained every day that someone I love died. My dog died. Then my grandma. Then Bryant. And if this wasn't enough to deal with, my dad died at the end of January. I now have a fear of the rain.

It started raining on Wednesday. Nothing has happened yet, but I loathe the weather so much that it makes me feel crazy. Like a feeling of impending doom. I can barely get out of the bed on rainy days. If it wasn't for this god forsaken job, I don't think I would get up.I drive ridiculously slow. I text all of my friends every 30 minutes to make sure they're ok.

I don't think I can make it through many more rainy days.