Dear February 28 and 29, fuck you. You have ruined my life 4 years ago and now your back. Shoot me,
On February 29, 2008. I moved to USA. I was only 11 when I moved. February 29, 2012 will be EXACTLY 4 years since I moved here (USA). On every February 28 and every February 29 is the time of year where I’m so depressed and I don’t want anyone to talk to me and just cry. It also shows me who are my real friends. If my friends, here in the US really care about me. I’m not trying to be depressed and to test them. It is just the time to miss even more my country, my friends, and family who live in Israel and Russia. Im about to cry now. Its a non-stop cycle.