Wednesday, March 4, 2009

What I really think:

Though it's supposed to snow soon, it's still spring in my soul.

You can't break me now, winter.

[This post should include my reasoning of how I know it's supposed to be spring: I'll know I've suffered just enough. My thought process goes as follows: Have I suffered enough? Can I endure any more of this? If the answers are, respectively, no and yes, then I know it should still be winter. Winter: I've suffered enough.]