My Valentine

Yup, the closest thing I have to a 'Valentine' is my fat little dog, Bobo. That's the only person I'll be sharing my bed with tonight. Again. Seriously, this has to be the most depressing day of the year for me. Now I know, not everyone has someone. That's fair. But I'm sure that at some point in their adult lives (I'll say from 16 onward) everyone reading this has had someone on at least one Valentine's Day. Me? Never. Not once. This is why I hate it.

My day consisted of me going to school, coming home, taking a nap, feeling sorry for myself, taking another nap and now typing this. I'll likely finish it off with more self-pity and some heavy, solitary drinking. Good times. The only bright note is that Cute Red Head did give me a little Valentine's card in class today. No, it was a strictly platonic type (there was a clown on it), not a hint of any romance. She's got someone. I should give up there.

Saw a really cute girl on the bus today while I was coming home. I thought for a split second that I might go over and talk to her. But then what would I say? Would she even talk to me? She probably has a boyfriend. She had a ring on the ring finger of her left hand, that means she does, right? It's a moot point. I'll shut up about it now.

At least it's almost over, maybe the most consistently depressing day of the year for me. The reminder that I am so bitterly alone, always have been and am likely to stay that way. It's my mother's birthday too, which is okay. Plus Marty Boy's. Two things I can keep my mind on instead, I suppose. But there's no getting around it: this day sucks. Last year it wasn't that bad, I had this sense of optimism. You see, I had had a great day only a couple days before. That ain't the case this time around. I can't see any good days on the horizon. To all the happy couples out there, I hope you all have a good one. Take care.