It’s already the 5th of February.
Next thing you know, 2013.
I always like February for how it’s short and sweet.
Fewer days. And I don’t know. The feeling is just different for me.
January is usually draggy, dreadful.
Then February is light, sweet.
March is monotonous.
April is bright, interesting.
May blooms. June zooms.
July lingers. August dull.
September tolerable. October worrisome.
November anxiety. December bittersweet.
I may not have understood what I just typed above. But moving on, February didn’t seem nice this year.
I remember that it didn’t start too well.
But I actually forgot why.
The thought that I could have a memory of a goldfish (exaggerated) makes me unhappy too.
Or maybe I just remember the wrong things. Then again why?
February has been rushy so far.
I don’t like it. :(
