FUCK VANENTINE'S DAY
As you walk down the hallway, there are litters of valentines, candy, and broken dreams. Everybody is so happy and love is in the air.
This holiday is so fucking stupid. Everybody in this room has a fucking balloon but me. I feel so depressed. I’m so sick of being the odd man out. I’m so sick of the myth of true love. I’m just so sick of it I could just scream. I’m sick of being the only one who doesn’t have someone.
It’s not even the balloons - all I want to do is feel loved. I want to know what it feels like to have someone tell you “I love you” and mean it. I want to know what it feels like to have someone to fall back on, someone that you can trust with your deepest secrets. I am loved by my family and all that, but I want to know what it feels like to be wrapped up in someone’s arms who isn’t trying to get to your best friend.
People all around me are like, “Love is awesome.”. love ain’t nothing but a myth. Love bytes. There is no such thing as true love.
I don’t know how much more I can take - this girl in the room is complaining about how her flower is broken and her sweetheart didn’t get her what she wanted. At least she got something.
I’m so sick of not having someone. If you’re out there reading this: I need you now. I can’t take this anymore. Candy hearts everywhere, roses, balloons, love. I’m sick of it.
This holiday is so fucking stupid. Everybody in this room has a fucking balloon but me. I feel so depressed. I’m so sick of being the odd man out. I’m so sick of the myth of true love. I’m just so sick of it I could just scream. I’m sick of being the only one who doesn’t have someone.
It’s not even the balloons - all I want to do is feel loved. I want to know what it feels like to have someone tell you “I love you” and mean it. I want to know what it feels like to have someone to fall back on, someone that you can trust with your deepest secrets. I am loved by my family and all that, but I want to know what it feels like to be wrapped up in someone’s arms who isn’t trying to get to your best friend.
People all around me are like, “Love is awesome.”. love ain’t nothing but a myth. Love bytes. There is no such thing as true love.
I don’t know how much more I can take - this girl in the room is complaining about how her flower is broken and her sweetheart didn’t get her what she wanted. At least she got something.
I’m so sick of not having someone. If you’re out there reading this: I need you now. I can’t take this anymore. Candy hearts everywhere, roses, balloons, love. I’m sick of it.