It's December again.
It's snow again.
How I hate this season.
After staring out the window for a long time and getting bitter, I put on my shoes and go out reluctantly... I have to shop.
As soon as I come out, the cold surrounds me.
I hate this period. I see children jumping happily. They throw snow and laugh.
I walk past full of bitterness. I wish I was home. I think.
Snoop everywhere. My shoes are soaked because of it! I yelled in my head.
I continue walking down the street when suddenly I feel an icy blast on my back.
My face turns red and I turn around.
A small group of small children...
They laugh until they see my face filled with rage and indignation.
They runs away... anyway, or I'd kill them.
I go back to walking, and after a few minutes I arrive at the store. I'm going inside.... everywhere Christmas lights and similar useless things.
I hate Christmas.
After tiring shopping for all the groceries, I can finally go home.
After a long walk and murdering a few children with my eyes, I'm finally home. I take off my water-soaked shoes and my jacket.
I hate children.
I put the accumulated ingredients in the fridge and settle down on the sofa.
After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, I turn on the TV. Christmas commercials immediately jump out at me.
Disgust.
I spend the rest of the day watching TV... I wanted to sleep but some kids were making noise outside!
I hate children.
It's night.
I'm going to take a shower and go to bed.
Same thing again tomorrow...
Like every day.
I hate December.
