FUCK Valentine's Day

I'm going out and getting sloppy drunk and wallowing in the fact that I'm still in love and hoping and praying and trying to work it out even though he has now moved 700 miles away.

Yes, I'll explain all that later. But for now, FUCK VALENTINE'S DAY.

(And I'm not even going to be my usual nice self and apologize for offending anyone who is happy and in love right now. Screw you too.)