No, I do not love you anymore.

For all of the songs that go on about Summer as if it were a time where sparks shoot out of our arses and we get to piss champagne, I just wish there was one song dealing with the reality of my Summer. My Summer is a painful, crippling place where heat leaves me unable to sleep, exhausted when I am awake, and sweating so much that you could collect it in a bucket.