Gah...I will NEVER be able to think of a title!

Wintertime.

I need to block out all the emotions that rule my life. Because if I don't, the frost reaches them, which is something I can not allow to happen. The frost leaves me tired. Grumpy. Irritated. Depressed. Nostalgic.

Those who do not know me well think that I am immune to depression. On the contrary, I am very prone to it. It is hard to spend a winter with the frost inside you. The beauty of autumn and the hope of spring can't reach you then. Nothing can.

I can't laugh to hard. Run so quickly. Cry so readily. The frost won't reach me, because there won't be anything to reach for. I will be gone, into hibernation, until spring spread it's first ray of sunlight on my face. Then, I can come out.

But until then, I have to be careful. Suppress everything I feel. Restrain my thoughts. And I definitely, DEFINITELY, can't walk among my memories. My memories are to dear to me. Happy or sad, it would be so painful to give them up to the frost.

So I shall spend the winter like this. It's the only way I know how to.