Crying to Kendrick

emerging from seasonal sads, regular sads, and warm weather things that aren't shorts.

So like, yes, I am fully aware that it was only a mere few months ago that I sat here in your inboxes pontificating about how I thrive best in moody-doom-and-gloom weather, empowered by thunderous rain clouds and living by glowy candlelight, but it maybe turns out there’s a limit to my love. Sue me.

My turning point can most easily be traced to a few we…