Five Hundred & Fifty

Theme: Sunday blues or valentines hate?

Spending another valentines alone no doubt. I'm intensely depressed about it this year. It never bothered me so much the past few years but this year, hell no. The bottom of a vodka bottle looks prettier than spending valentines day alone. All I want to know is that someone gives a shit. I've only ever spent one valentines day as a couple before and that was with Mark. He brought me some beautiful flowers, no one has ever brought me flowers before than and no one has since. They where rose, and they were all mine. i remember having them in my bedroom window. I don't care if its a fucking weed from someone's garden, I just don't want another year of being reminded what a fat, ugly little shit I am. It's such a lonely day.