This winter, I will hit the slopes. It’s been way too long (years) and it’s one of the few things I like about winter. Getting exhausted after a day of exploring the mountain, and then hanging out in the warm, away from all city distractions.
I don’t give a fuck if you hurt my feelings, just do it. To be honest, I’ll be even more hurt if you don’t tell me since you think that I can’t handle the truth in the first place. I don’t want you to sugarcoat every little detail and make me read between the lines. I have too many people like that in my life already and I hate it. Even if I don’t listen to you, I still want to know what’s up. Be real with me, I’ll get over it.