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I fucking hate Valentines Day. It's the one day a year that is engineered to make you feel shitty about your love life not matter what status it has at the moment.
I saw a boy on the bus on the way home with a Zales bag, a teddy bear, and a long stemmed rose. I wanted to buy him a fucking medal. And he looked so damn excited.
On the other hand, we're having bad days, we're phone fighting, and I hung up because this is the one god damn day a year when you're supposed to act like you love me and you can't even pull that off anymore. Running away to Dublin is looking better and better....
I saw a boy on the bus on the way home with a Zales bag, a teddy bear, and a long stemmed rose. I wanted to buy him a fucking medal. And he looked so damn excited.
On the other hand, we're having bad days, we're phone fighting, and I hung up because this is the one god damn day a year when you're supposed to act like you love me and you can't even pull that off anymore. Running away to Dublin is looking better and better....