January

Do I have a post with the same title from last year? 

Wouldn’t surprise me. 

Have I mentioned how much I loath this bloody month? Everything feels like crap. It’s a freaking dementor month. Sucks all the happiness out of you and make you feel like you can never be cheerful again. 

I always spend January preparing for its end. The end with all the despair, memories and stuff that didn’t happen shoved in my face. 

I hate it. I hate it as much as I loved him.