pieces of a heartbreak

sixteen;

the seasons change,
as well as people.
my happiness seems to vary upon the time of year.
during spring, im okay. im starting to feel happier.
during summer, my pain is numbed.
but fall, comes long sleeves. easier to hide scars, making me crave them.
the winter, hell. complete hell.
i hate this cycle. when will my feelings not be based on weather? why cant i enjoy a season?