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So I survived my first Valentine's Day alone in like four years. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Everyone on my floor was all cute about it, giving out little kid Valentines. Plus my mom and my grandma sent me some. I guess I'm enjoying this whole being single thing, but I do kind of feel like something is missing. I always believed that a person could be completely independent and happy, but now I'm not so sure. Maybe we do need someone else in our lives. Someone to make us feel worthwhile and to be each other's "only one." Ehh...I'm not too worried about it right now though. I guess I'll just keep going with the flow...