I don’t particularly like the month of April so I’m profoundly glad it is now May. The four worst things that have ever happened to me occurred between March and May (one in March, one in May, and two in April) but for one reason or another, I’ve always associated April with death in a way I don’t associate any other time of the year. This of course is ironic given April is the middle of spring, supposedly a time of growth and renewal, but I thrive in being ironic.
For April, April is Over
For April, April is Over
For April, April is Over
I don’t particularly like the month of April so I’m profoundly glad it is now May. The four worst things that have ever happened to me occurred between March and May (one in March, one in May, and two in April) but for one reason or another, I’ve always associated April with death in a way I don’t associate any other time of the year. This of course is ironic given April is the middle of spring, supposedly a time of growth and renewal, but I thrive in being ironic.