i love winter

[butyourewrong]

my nose is red from the cold, my face is red because of that boy. or maybe my skin is irritated. the wind chaps my lips but i’m too busy to fix it. busy listening to the playlist i curated for when i have a crush. whenever i think about seeing him again at school, i want to go. suddenly it doesn’t matter that i have a spanish quiz, or a formative assignment due at 11:59, or that i have to finish a missing assignment. i want to go to school. i like school, i think. today he stared at me for awhile, making that stupid face before he did the 67 motion and turned around..why do i like him