Fucking Bugs.

You know, I love winter and I sorta like spring, but summer I hate. I hate that the air is thick, that I sweat, and that I get bit by those damned mosquitoes every single time I dart out the door. Back before I had chemo, I was constantly taking these strong antibiotics to combat this fucking lung disease and so when insects got near me, they never landed cause I was a huge mound of toxic human flesh. Now, though, they think I’m a tasty morsel and they bite and bite and bite. Plus, they swarm. I hate those little fuckers. Another thing I hate, cicadas, and they will start crawling up the trees ready to turn into bugs and then they fly around haphazardly banging into anything in their way and they screech and screech. Oh my fucking god, the summer is coming and my misery begins. Oh, one more thing I hate, I hate those black bugs that swarm at the lights and they have that crusty outside shell and they have long hairy legs. Ewwey, I want to move.