Too Damn Sunny

Though I can accessorize myself however I please- clothing, hair shoes, all that- the weather never seems to agree with my disposition and sensibilities. I hate it when I'm depressed and I go outside and the sun is illuminating everything as if the world is in perfect order. It's too ironic for my taste. It's as if the sun is some sort of smug antagonist- raining down silent "fuck you's" from the heavens.