Sometimes, okay, most of the time, I hate winters.
Something happens to me in winter, an unrest, doubt, insanity, I dunno.
No matter what I do, I find myself sitting or laying there getting teary-eyed, out of no where.
Or so unbelievably overwhelmed that I don't know what to do with myself.
Last winter, I doubted who I was and my life so much that I
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