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Winter needs to end. You'd think such a pretty pristine season could inspire so much more happiness. Instead I just feel crushed and tired and useless and hopeless all the time. I just want to sleep and not deal with the world. Or be on the computer and not deal with the world. Or read. Or drink. Anything not to deal with reality. And if I'm not doing those things, then the only other thing really left to do is plaster a smile on my face, laugh to cover things up and hope they all get better.