January

If there is any song dedicated to how hellish January is, I'm willing to listen to it. As a matter of fact, it doesn't necessarily means it's hellish. I suppose I'm looking forward to how people think January is going to be hellish/good/amazing for them.

It's only the first day but I'm already feeling the heat.

I'm tired, physically, of some matters, and true, actually there are some things I want to avoid (but I'm feeling a bit fidgety about how everything is going to turn out as time passes by). but alas, I still wonder. I'm questioning my future, doubting my choices, wondering of the consequences. I'm worried. I'm tired, mentally. I'm uneasy. There's too many anxiety filling me in, and I want to vanquish all of it.

January is probably going to be good for me. By the end of the month, I will frantically searching for the lost hour. 2011 was okay. There were bittersweet memories I want to share with everyone, tell them, but at the same time, perhaps it's my own life lesson and not meant to be told. "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent," they said. So I'm keeping it in.

January is probably going to be okay. Everything is probably going to be okay.