I'm Having A Winch

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I am having a winch, I am having a sulk, and I am having a fucking cry about it.

I hate, no I HATE, nah I HATE winter. Running with the wind blowing in my face ... might as well run on a goddamn dreadmill because when you run into the wind in snow you go nowhere. No f****** where.

The plows don't care, they'll just F****** plow you in.

What was the reason I came home from Camp HTFU? Why did I leave the sun?