^{JAN 1ST:}

I don't think it makes sense to keep dreaming about a person who didn't care to lose us. Why should we be haunted by the reocurring image of their face till we croak?

This might end up being one of the coldest winters we've ever had. I hate January and doing anything in this month because well, it's the dead of winter. January makes me panic a bit. Maybe because of having to face a new year, maybe because of last year's January and how it felt dark and endless.