I’m really beginning to hate springtime. I miss being able to be outside without being miserable or full of drugs. Nowadays, I can’t go outside without looking like I’m crying over a lost pet or my nose running like a child with a serious cold.
I played baseball, ran track, was in the band, and did all other kinds of outdoor sports and events with no problems growing up. Now, as soon as winter moves out, my eyes turn as red as a traffic light until the summer gets here. Please hurry up and get here summer.