February, yr ii

February,

A month of love and loss.

I hope you bring me more love this year, February.

And joy, happiness, and comfort.

You're a special one, February.

January, yr ii, pt ii

January 2020,

You were fun. You were hard. You were new.

And that's all I have to say, right now.

January, yr. ii

January,

I'll be honest, I'm not quite sure what to say.

I start my sixth semester of school this month.

I move into an apartment with three of my best friends this month.

And that's pretty much all I know about you, January.

Hopefully you bring me something wonderful.

December, yr. ii, pt. ii

December,

What a month you were. I passed all my classes with As and Bs; I'm proud of myself.

I've finally conquered my mental health; I'm proud of myself.

I'm a little more confident than I was before; I'm proud of myself.

Things are going back to as they were. It's weird and wonderful and strange all at the same time.

See ya next year, December.