Can I really be blogging about this again? For I thought I was clear from all of this bedlam, I was wrong. Let me reiterate myself for the press. I hate valentines day. With a significant other.......well it's almost as worse as without one. I almost just wish I could just worry about myself and no one else. Man, will I ever find the one that will make a valentines day special. A single rose could win my heart, but instead you chose to win your stomach. Something so small that has been gargantuanised. For it was so simple to make my heart jump with a joyous passion. What is love? Babies always hurt me. One more year, till im done! I'll be done with these boys, done with this city, done with that old person. I though I was ok, I thought I would be fine, I was expecting more. She gets 12, I get one? I need a rich boy friend with a bigger personality. Mr. Perfect was no better. Nothing, not even a card. I almost want to scream. How does every other one get her dream and i? I am left with this perpetual resentment against this holiday and what it stands for.