I woke up with the snow starting to fall. I get out of the bed and look at the window's color slowly turning to white from the cold. It is winter. It is cold. It is blue.
I hate blue.
I hate winter.
I hate the snow.
I hate the cold.
I hate everything.
But what I hate the most is me. Me knowing the feeling of hate.
I don't know. I am just, you know. Blue.
