die, spring, die

I think I might have figured out why I don’t like spring.
When I was younger, I hated spring.
and today, while I was listening to a song by chairlift (birds were singing at the beginning of the song) I somehow suddenly knew.

Spring is the season of beginnings, everything comes „back to life“ again. Everything starts anew. Gets another chance to do better than last year.
But I don’t start. I don’t change. I’m always the same. Not that I couldn’t, I just don’t.
And that’s what really annoys me. I just let pass every chance I could have had.

So I guess what I really don’t like about spring is that it shows me every year that I’m a lazy fat ass.
Sooo, the thing I really really really don’t like is … me.

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