In the Spring time most people feel happy.
But not me.
I get lost.
I want to avoid the impeding summer
that means I'll have all the time in the world to think.
When the heads of the household
will do nothing but judge me.
And I'll have no escape from it.
I'll be forced to stay in this hellhole
and listen to the drones
of nasty hypocrites and borderline psychopaths.
Spring brings back the past
and memories of unnecessary drama that haunts me.
Spring is death.
Death of Grandma, aunt so-and-so. My dog.
Thanks for leaving me here, guys.
It's such a nice place to dtch a loved one.
Note my "subtle" use of sarcasm.