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I hate February. I hate February. And I don't really put much stock in believing that everything about my life is dictated by the stars and when I was born, but I've given up explaining February. I was born in February, which, on the outset, seems like a pretty good thing. But as far back as I can remember, my Februarys have been depressing and dark and disapointing. From my birthday party when I was six that had to be cancelled due to my chicken pox to attending funerals three years in a row on my birthday (more recently), to this year in which the tally so far includes a laundry list of shit that far beats out any year thus far...I am convinced that my January/Februarys are somewhat predestined to suck. Wish I could figure out what to do to end this cycle. |