Thank god it's not a leap year.

I believe that February is the most sentimental of months. And I believe that sentimentality is the most dangerous of emotions. You can cry and rage and scream and fight and love and feel silly. But with sentimentality... it's almost worse than regret because it makes you wish for something, to have something back that you can never have. It's like a sense of false hope that leads you to believe that the good you once had is somehow possible to hold on to. And that memory is enough to hold on to it. Sentimentality does not take into account the impossible. And that's just depressing as hell.

Tomorrow I plan to bake cookies and spend the afternoon drinking ice wine and watching porn bloopers with someone who will make me laugh. And I will count down the days until this goddamn month is over.