whenever i open the door to my study room, the heat comes in like a wave. you can feel it move around. if i didn't have a fan in the room, it's probably at a point where it can suffocate.
maybe it's an exaggeration to say that every year is worse than the last, when it's something i barely remember anyway...
but no, there's statistics. lots of them. this is one of many. climate change is real.
it's real, and sometimes it makes me sad that realistically... well. i can't do anything about it, can i?
those in the upper class have air conditioning, so this problem doesn't affect them. but my heart pains for those who suffer without a roof over their heads.
i don't know where my dad is anymore, and it's been probably half a year since he's left? i don't know. i don't keep count, because it makes me sad. part of me still hopes he would come back. i don't know if he has anywhere to sleepβhe probably has, but what about anything to eat?
the current economy makes me so sad, and it's only when it starts to bother those in places of privilege, that they'd bother to do something... and even then, we are still excluded from the solution!!
man, this sucks!! climate change sucks!! i hate that ai is making things way worse, and my job keeps shoving its use in my face!! go AWAY!!
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