a bitter cold. a bitter hate.

i hate winter. i hate being cold. i hate thinking to myself, "i need to put on another layer." i hate that i need coffee simply to not DIE. i hate brushing my car off. i hate that i even need to own an ice scraper. i hate that my car takes 20 minutes to heat up. i hate driving with other moronic michiganders in the snow who of course think going 50 in a 35 on an icy road is appropriate. i hate that i can't afford to move south. i hate that i'm shivering while typing this. i hate snowmen. i hate shovels. i hate icicles. i hate people who text and drive in the winter. i hate that i don't own more wool socks. i hate that i have to even write that sentence at all. i hate that people from miami take their weather for granted. i hate that i have to "vacation" in the winter to see the sun. i hate that i don't live on a beach. i hate snow plows. i hate michigan's lack of road salt this week. i hate you if you disagree with me whatsoever. i hate how morbid this post was. i love that i don't care.