I'll eat my hat
I guess all I really needed was to feel validated. Because when there were a dozen roses on the kitchen counter this morning, I just cried.

Never mind that I'm oblivious and walked by the bouquet three or four times before I noticed it was there.

Valentines Day has always made me feel lonely even though I haven't been single; not because I myself have ever been for wont of affection, but because I hate that it's rubbed in the face of so many people out there who are struggling and sad. I dislike the trivialization of love... it's WAY more complex than all that shit.

I don't hate Valentines Day, I just hate that people need an excuse to express their affection genuinely. And I hate the merchandise because by "genuinely," I don't mean with a goofy balloon or a satin bear or, god-forbid, a diamond-heart pendant, I mean with words and gestures.