I hate the month of February.

When I begin to change the look and appearance of this blog more than I write, there has to be a slight problem.

No, no. Really, I've just been playing it very (extremely) low key this past month. Though the writer's block is gnawing at my insides, I like to use it as an excuse as to why I haven't been writing lately.
Don't get me wrong, the inspiration is there...but for the first time in my life, the words are not.
Instead, I've been filling my mind with plaid textiles, expired film, and rudimentary lyrics.


Anyways, the day after Christmas ended, up came the Valentine's Day decorations...and so did my lunch. I'm not too sure what it is about me, but every single year, I wish to every single falling star in the sky that the month of January could just skip to March.