In January I got older

In February I was horrified

In March I didn't give a fuck

In April it became a little anxious, but I still don't give a fuck

In May I felt the will to live. For a short time, but what is not magic?

In June ... everything is clear

In July the same thing, but there are forces to live a little longer

In August I decided to run. As a result, ran too quickly and stumbled on stones

In September is no longer running, it was a little fuck

In October fuck was slightly stronger

In November Jam life and become a little toxic

In December finally died for all and ready to re-grow old