So, the first day of Spring has just passed and with it comes all the joys of Spring… not! Of all the seasons in the year, Spring is a two week old leftover pizza: it’s gotten all miffed, probably has flies all over it and yet if you’re really hungry you would love to eat that pizza.

Back in the real life, Spring brings forth bees, pollen and romantic love. See my metaphor worked right? Luckily I don’t get hay fever, but my twin brother does and one can see how he sufferes from it: red eyes, stuffy nose etc. Bees on the other hand… YIKES! I’m hyper-allergic to bees, meaning that I have to get an Epipen injection if I get stung.

That’s what I have to do when I get stung by a bee. No, I’m not a girl and I’m not writing on my leg. I have to pin this injection to my upper leg and wait for a timed release to literally burst a needle into my leg. Luckily, since the day I realized I’m allergic, I’ve never had the unfortunate occurence to cause pain upon myself. So whenever I see bees, I’m a hundred miles in the other direction within seconds.

On the other hand, spring also brings forth love and romance. The blooming of intimacy, birds chirping and flowers slightly waving in the wind. BLEH. It only makes one feel like such a loser when you’re single. I love all the other seasons, with winter being my favourite, but Spring just brings forth two week old leftover pizza.

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