It’s Spring!
Beautiful, colorful blossoms are coming to fruition!
People smiling!
The sun is out!
Everyone’s cheerful!
It’s absolutely disgusting.
And those blossoms, may seem pretty. But ohhh, not just roses have thorns. My terribly overreactive immune system registers every single tiny particle of pollen, no matter how small they may be. As a deadly threat. While you enjoy the stupidly chaotic and unorganized firework show they set off in your mind. I sit here, with red, pouring eyes, sores sometimes even appear on my cornea. My eyes swell like balloons and pour clear puss.
Smiling. Ewww. Keep your disgusting human emotions within your scope of problems. I don’t want to see them. I already have too many problems to count. Go smile with your friends, or should I say fiends, not me. I don’t want to observe your messy displays of human emotions as I heard their contagious,and, don’t even think for a second, you can say hi to me, or greet me in any other way. The worst part about people when they get in a good mood, their disgustingly saccharine interactions with strangers. You don’t know anything about that person. They could be a serial killer, something much worse then just a dark hearted person, like me.
The sun boring it’s ugly face? What, in the seventh ring of Hell. When I think about the sun, I think about all sorts of holy, gaudy and terribly g godly things. Like angels, or god himself. It makes me nauseous. Every time the sun, an offender, in my opinion, touches me. I am under siege. During these disgustingly warm months, I’m forced to cart around a large black umbrella. So I don’t catch happiness.
This was a simple, and extremely abbreviated presentation of some of the many reasons you don’t see goths or other spookies, like me, during the spring or summer months. This is a very small part of why we all choose to slide into our cold, empty, coffins during the seething and stickier months.
Wait!
A glimmer of hope!
Maybe I can like Spring, and Summer?
The only thing. That’s good about spring. Is the rain….!
Wait, never mind, I can get that during the actual, very, very best month, Fall. I guess Spring remains too sweet, almost like a pink or purple birthday cake frosting, which, as a child, I could never stomach, and still can’t.
There goes that reason to like spring and summer, why does it exist then?
Just another purposeless thing, like us mortals.
I’m going to go temporarily turn off all bodily functions and recede into eternal darkness, in my coffin, for a few months, I’ll be back, when everything starts dying again, see you in October!
