It's nothing personal and don't take this the wrong way, but pack your bags and get out of my life. Oh, you have your good points. I dearly love the resolutions you bring with you each year. The mountains of seed catalogs that arrive in the mail and the year you gave me my dear Hannah Banana are all good things. And, I acknowledge that. Like I said, it's nothing personal.
The fact is, January, you depress me. You make my joints creak and lips chapped. Our personalities, they clash. We are not compatible. I try each year to get along with you better but I just can't seem to do it. You are simply too cold and gray. I need color in my life. I need warmth. I need to feel alive. I just can't do that when you're around.
So, January, I'll try to focus on the good in you because I like to believe the best in everyone. It's not you, it's me. But, don't let the door hit you on the way out.
No love whatsoever,
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