February and Self Loathing

I hate February. It seems like everything that has ever bothered me, my whole life is suddenly stepping on my heart and strangling tears from my eyes. Perhaps it is merely winter time depression or just the simple fact that every year February is the time when a majority of bad things happen to me. (Example: Rumbling Bald, hurting my wrist, and getting bit for the first time by a pony.) I hate February. Someone advised that I should work on self improvement rather than being caught up on the external matters of life but honestly, wouldn't that course of action simply be an admission to the fact that I am not perfect? I hate February.