January 1, 2009
January is my favorite month of the year. It's snowy, white outside, and cold. And that's just how I'd like it to be. I tell people that it's because I like skiing and snowboarding, which is true. But the real reason is that I feel like that. Cold, covered in a blanket that's taking too long to melt away. I want to be happy, but this freezing cold afghan covering me prevents me from feeling any warmth. I have friends, yes. But I've never had anyone that really loved me in a, romantic way, I suppose. It makes me sad.