I hate March and the ignorance it brings in people. When the sun is shining, but wind makes your throat sore. When the day is longer, but nights are too short to rest. When everything goes the wrong way.
Going through a bit of hell here and I cry in the public sometimes and race with deadlines. Paint my nails and bite my nails. Break lent promises and lie about it, sometimes even to myself. Life goes on. Just all the wrong way.