Things were colder for some reason today and I don't know why. It wasn't because it's the month of March or the wind-chill factor in Chicago, no it was something else, and I walked through the halls all day wondering what it was that made me feel so cold.

I borrowed someone's sweatshirt to make the numb go away because if I were covered with something that means I'm protected. For the very first class period I wore the sweatshirt, I was warm, and I thought that I had solved all my problems. & things were okay because the cold wasn't there anymore. But then I got up to go to another class and walk through the lonely halls by myself again, and it was cold, and the sweatshirt didn't help.

I tried putting the sweatshirt on in different ways because you have to do what you do not when you want different results. I wanted different results so I tied the sweatshirt around my waist, covered myself through the front & from the back, pushed the sleeves up and down, slung it over my shoulder, dragged it with my books, and nothing worked. It all felt the same and the cold always came.

Sometimes what you do not do and what you do doesn't matter.

Sometimes you're just cold.

Sometimes a sweatshirt can't help.

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