April is a happy month and April is a sad month.
I have my birthday in April so it is a birthday month.
Yes I am one of those people. I can do anything I want claiming it is my “birthday month so ye can shut yer traper" :) I can eat or drink whatever I want, I can choose to go hiking, shopping or bubble gum popping, as long as I drag my poor boyfriend along and he can NOT complain. It is the month me and my boyfriend spoil me rotten ;)
On the other hand, my hero, my mentor, my favorite poet and muse died in April.
As well as one of my best friends and one of the most interesting and kind people I have ever met, died in April. The one died in the beginning, the other one in the end of April.
Both deaths fill up my heart with an overwhelming feeling of sadness. The kind that makes you choke.
So I dry my tears with my new shirt and I drown my sorrow in my expensive wine, that I cannot afford, and I kill my sadness with my boyfriends smile who is looking at me as if I have long fuzzy ears and a tail.
I love April.
I hate April.