After Christmas comes and goes in December.
After my birthday passes in January.
After Valentine’s Day especially, I’m ready for spring.
I’m sick of the snow.
I’m sick of the cold.
I hate waking up not being able to feel my fingers.
I want to walk outside in a t-shirt and not instantly get frostbite.
I want to go swimming and get tan.
I want to be with my friends on long summer nights.
If it could be 60 degrees right now I would be ecstatic.
I’m sick of my seasonal depression bringing me down.
It’s at the point where I refuse to admit that it’s cold and go out with no coat.
Then sit there and shiver the entire night.
Don’t tell me how to live my life.
I want to go out and blow shit up with my friends.
I want to go on long walks in the middle of the night with the one I call mine.
I want to do stupid things and tell you all about it in story times.
I want to have bonfires until 3 in the morning,
wake up stupid early and go get breakfast.
Spring can’t come fast enough. We’ve almost made it.
Sometimes I want to get up and move somewhere warm.
But, I would miss the midwest just as much as I hate it.
Who doesn’t love seeing corn everywhere?
As long as it doesn’t snow again for the next 9 months,
I’ll be alright. Maybe.