Baby, It’s Cold Outside—And I’m Over It ❄️🥶
The air is sharp, biting at my skin the second I step outside. The kind of cold that settles into your bones, making you question every life choice that led you to this exact moment. The world is covered in frost, trees standing like frozen statues, and the wind doesn’t whisper—it howls, demanding attention. 🌬️🌨️ Winter always comes with this eerie silence, like the earth itself is holding its breath. The streets are emptier, footsteps muffled under layers of snow and ice. People move quicker, heads down, wrapped in scarves and regrets, all of us collectively wondering why we haven’t migrated somewhere warmer. 🏔️🧣 Hot coffee ☕, thick blankets 🛋️, and the false promise of warmth from a weak sun—that’s all we have. The heater struggles, the chill seeps through the walls, and suddenly, everything feels like too much effort. Going outside? Only if absolutely necessary. Social plans? Canceled. Productivity? Frozen solid. ❄️😩 And don’t even get me started on walking to class. My ...