Dear March - I hate you.



I thought we had a deal, March? 

You were going to get warmer. I was going to go outside more. We had a plan.

Then I woke up this morning to see what you had done.

You go and throw more of that white shit around like you were your short, frigid bitch of a cousin, February. Close to a foot of snow in the second half of the month? Come on, March. Don't do me that way. 

It's like you just don't care anymore, March.  I think you're doing this just to make me cry.

I hate you.