Let's Call a Truce

Dear Snow,
For the past ten years, you've basically been the bane of my existence. You really had me going there for awhile, though. Growing up in Southern California, you seemed to have a certain air of mystique and aloofness about you and what can I say? I was intrigued. But then you showed your true colors up in Provo, Utah, I didn't really like what I saw. You were cold. You were dirty. You were inconsiderate. You made me miserable. I went into hibernation. I stayed in my dorm room, didn't go to class, didn't do too well in school and cut myself off from the world...just to get away from you. Now almost ten years later, as much as I want to rid myself of you, I am forced to continue to live with you in my life. And every winter, you force your way in and the next thing I know, I'm down in the dumps, listening to Fionna Apple while gorging myself on any junk I can get my hands on, like Slim Jims--food under normal circumstances, I find repulsive. And you know what else? You're just a big hassle. You take up all of my time, with the constant shoveling, the scraping, the cleaning. I have better things to do! You have no sense of other people's space and time and you're just selfish and horrible and I hate you. See what you do to me? You get under my skin and make me crazy and mean. Every 6 months, you come around, with your fancy white self and then BOOM. The next thing I know, I'm depressed, I'm an insomniac, I start to hate the world and I'm just not myself. Ok, I just had to get that off my chest. Now onto what I really wanted to say: So when you came into my life again last night, I made a decision. As much as I wish I could just be through with you, that's just not an option right now. We have to learn how to live with each other. So I'm turning the other cheek. I will find the good in you somehow and perhaps, throughout the next 4.5 years when I have to be in your presence every winter, we can be civil to one another. And even if you decide to dump on me, which you always seem to do at the most inconvenient times, I will not hate you. I won't let myself. I will have a new attitude concerning you: I will not allow you to control my mood, my eating habits, my sleeping habits or any of my habits for that matter. I will be happy. I am stronger than this and I will not allow you to control me anymore. You and your flaky self will not get to me. I will not think of you like this:
I will think of you like this:
And hey, who knows? Over the coming years, we might learn to actually like each other again. Maybe even friends with benefits.
Cordially yours,
Annie