Already used my favorite title today so pretend I took the effort to write something witty here

I hate winter. I hate this time of year for one reason. The way it makes me feel.

this should, by all means, be my favorite time of year. I spend much more time outside, I have the weather I know I adore, sleeping in easier, my pets gain adorable winter weight and I have a valid excuse to bake, which, as we all know, it the one thing I enjoy to do in the kitchen.

But, every year, I fall into this cycle of loathing. Every year I am too sick in my head to notice all the wonderful things around me that, if occurring in July, would make me happy for weeks. Instead, I avoid my friends like the plague, dig out the last bits of black clothing I had from my Ashley days and find new and exciting ways to hate myself more deeply.


and now that I've showered, I am a morose, sad girl who smells faintly of strawberries.

wonderful.