Don't Make Enemies with Months

It would appear that February got wind of last April's blog because she sure came back swinging.  I thought Feb always knew how much I disliked her, ya know with the cold and the worst holiday ever invented thing going on.  Not to mention that she just decided to have 28 days - the occasional 29 - unlike the other 11 months.  I mean how snooty is that?  That's why I thought she knew.  I thought she just didn't let it bother her.  Wrong.

All these years February has actually been holding in the anger and revenge that comes from someone really not liking you.  And today she let it out!  Because nothing says Happy Valentine's Day like a break up text.  In his defense though, we both knew it was pretty much over.  It just happened to be solidified via text message on a day supposedly celebrating love.

After some tears though, I realize how grateful I am to this boy.  I didn't want him at first, he kind of had to work for it.  And when he did, and I let him in, I saw something so good.  So genuine.  I liked that.  Yes tonight qualifies as utterly sucky, but I did learn from the boy.  More than anticipated.  He has a pretty good head on his shoulders.  And even though I still think maybe Kenzie was right when she warned not to get sucked into the black hole of Luke, he did make me happy.  For one semester I wasn't worried and I was happy.  Besides I'm going on a mission!  In three weeks!  Which was the entire reason for the breakup anyway.  So really he's helping me focus.  And prepare.  I hate that he's always right.  I hate boys.

Don't date.  Ever.  Relationships suck unless they end in marriage.  And seeing as I wouldn't know about that, the lawn gnome collection is looking a lot more appealing.  I actually just remembered my tears aren't done yet, so I'm just gonna go...

P.S. Don't make enemies with months when it can be avoided.