terrible, horrible, no good, very bad month
O February, I am done with you. DONE. You kicked me from Monday to Sunday and I’m finished. No longer shall you torment me in this year of ten. I’ve moved on. My birth month welcomes me with open arms, and I choose to move forward right here and right now. One gift per day until my date of birth. I have no use for what is behind me, no use for your last two days. Wretched 2nd month. You have been a misery.