Awkwardly Introverted

I’m   over it.   The cold is unbearable, the wind is ruthless, and no matter how many layers I put on, it’s   never enough.   My heater is working   overtime , but honestly, it’s fighting for its life and   barely making a difference.   I’m wrapped in blankets like a human burrito 🌯, and yet, somehow, I’m   still freezing. This kind of cold isn’t just inconvenient—it’s  aggressive.  It sneaks into every crack, makes my bones ache, and turns simple tasks into a  battle for survival.  Stepping outside? Feels like a  personal attack.  The wind doesn’t just blow;  it slaps.  It doesn’t just chill;  it cuts.  Yesterday, it was so cold that I literally  couldn’t catch my breath  😵‍💫. That’s when you know it’s bad—when even the  air itself  is out to get you. This isn’t normal. This is too much. Winter always  overstays its welcome , and I’m at my  breaking point.  Th...

December hit hard, bringing a bone-chilling cold that had me second-guessing every decision I made to leave the warmth of my home. One day, the weather was tolerable, and then suddenly, winter swooped in with a vengeance. The drop in temperature is like a reminder that the easy days are over, and it’s time to brace myself for whatever this winter has in store. I’m fully bundled up, but nothing quite prepares you for the slap of icy air when you walk out the door. I’ve been avoiding places like the library on campus because of how freezing it gets. The worst part? When you think the heater will save you, and then it turns on for a minute and shuts off like it’s trying to play some cruel game. I’ve gotten creative—layering up in every piece of clothing I own, drinking tea, and relying on my small personal heater to get me through. I’m fully committed to the layering game now. I’m talking multiple sweaters, scarves, and thermals—practically looking like I’m preparing for a trek to the Nor...