I hate winter. I hate it so much.

Whenever summer's around, I have the endurance of a workhorse. Never had a heat stroke because, beyond a sweaty back and forehead, not even a +100 Fahrenheit weather can phase me.

On the other hand, winter fucking sucks for me. I'm as fragile to the cold as a shaved pup. It's usually 65 degrees and I'm still shivering in my two layers of sweaters and leggings under my rugged jeans, yet everyone else is dressed casually as if it was spring or autumn or something. I don't fucking get it, all it takes is a mere cold breeze to give me a cold or even make me vomit my lunch and breakfast, but these Saudis somehow think this is weather is nice as they keep sipping on their iced lattes.

IT'S NOT FUCKING NICE. WINTER IS TORTURE. ALL IT DOES IS MAKE ME SUFFER FROM SICKNESS EVERY SINGLE DAY AND I WISH IT DIDN'T EXIST AT ALL.