Indifferent to February
I hate the month of February. I am indifferent to it, and try to be ignorant of its existence. In fact, I'd prefer to not recognize its presence. You might ask why I am so greatly prejudiced against a month? There's a myriad of reasons, but two stand out.
1) It's cold, usually dark, (we've been blessed with sunshine) and it provides nothing exciting. Yes, I love Valentine's Day, and the occasional road trip or so that may occur in February, but besides that its an empty pit of despair. I also consider February a wall, a wall that erects itself on 11:59:59 on January 31st, a wall that doesn't allow me to conceive ideas of grass, warmth, track meets, fields, flowers, rain, running, tans & sunshine.
2) It makes me despise going to school. Pointe Blank. School becomes monontonous, almost to a homicidal degree.
Today was terrible. Not in every aspect, but simply because it made me realize how much I need to leave CF and find new and better things, and in some cases, people. but, now any literary quality this entry had is going to go right down the drain, only because I feel like ranting. to myself, most likely.As far as I'm concerned you can stop reading now.
-I hate how you can't be supportive of anything unless it involves you, and you only like to be seen with certain people when its convenient for you. we try to care about everything you like. pay it forward.
-i'm tired of our half loyalties. its so inane.
-i'm tired of being forgotten
-what the hell? are they the coolest thing since sliced bread?
-self-loathing? minimal, except for the fact that i'm white, and fat. what's new. i'm american.
-i'm sorry i always compare myself to her. sometimes i feel as inadequate as the day is long.
-we don't love enough anymore. what happened to that? what happened to that great sense of bonding we all felt when we saw eachother? did that walk out the door?
-I hate no longer being a part of something that I worked so hard to keep up. I know its my fault but I feel like I've been completely cut out. I don't want to walk in a shadow.
-I'm sorry that sometimes I have the impression that people will only take notice of you and your opinions if you're pretty and a size 4.
I hate february.
1) It's cold, usually dark, (we've been blessed with sunshine) and it provides nothing exciting. Yes, I love Valentine's Day, and the occasional road trip or so that may occur in February, but besides that its an empty pit of despair. I also consider February a wall, a wall that erects itself on 11:59:59 on January 31st, a wall that doesn't allow me to conceive ideas of grass, warmth, track meets, fields, flowers, rain, running, tans & sunshine.
2) It makes me despise going to school. Pointe Blank. School becomes monontonous, almost to a homicidal degree.
Today was terrible. Not in every aspect, but simply because it made me realize how much I need to leave CF and find new and better things, and in some cases, people. but, now any literary quality this entry had is going to go right down the drain, only because I feel like ranting. to myself, most likely.As far as I'm concerned you can stop reading now.
-I hate how you can't be supportive of anything unless it involves you, and you only like to be seen with certain people when its convenient for you. we try to care about everything you like. pay it forward.
-i'm tired of our half loyalties. its so inane.
-i'm tired of being forgotten
-what the hell? are they the coolest thing since sliced bread?
-self-loathing? minimal, except for the fact that i'm white, and fat. what's new. i'm american.
-i'm sorry i always compare myself to her. sometimes i feel as inadequate as the day is long.
-we don't love enough anymore. what happened to that? what happened to that great sense of bonding we all felt when we saw eachother? did that walk out the door?
-I hate no longer being a part of something that I worked so hard to keep up. I know its my fault but I feel like I've been completely cut out. I don't want to walk in a shadow.
-I'm sorry that sometimes I have the impression that people will only take notice of you and your opinions if you're pretty and a size 4.
I hate february.