Last year wasn't so bad, namely because I didn't feel so alone in my nature of singularity. My roomie was single, and we were both invited to a nice little party two of my best guy friends threw for all of their single lady-friends. It was cute and nice to feel appreciated by such fine gentlemen.
Now... I am living in an apartment with girls in relationships. My then-roomie, still-roomie, is taken, and going ga-ga over Valentines Day-- even though I seem to recall that last year she had a few bitter words to vocalize on the holiday. But hey, she was single then, and when you are single there is no other emotion to fill your whole entire being BUT bitterness on the day dedicated to cutesy-cutesy couples doing cutesy-cutesy activities and giving each other cutesy-cutesy gifts.
Sentiments to be continued on a night I am not trying to finish a story about a stupid American girl in Paris.
Yuck.
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