God, I hate *hatehatehate* Valentine's Day. I really, really hate it. And it doesn't like me much, either. So that's settled then. Time, effort, whatever, fuck it. I love everyone more than they love me *all* year, but Valentine's Day really brings it home. "In your world I have no meaning, though I'm trying hard to understand..."
And this Saturday I will be mostly...arguing with my parents, tidying stuff, clearing stuff up, more arguing...
God. Sometimes I look at my life and I think, "Wow, it's great." And sometimes I look at my life and say "Wow, why do I bother living this?" And sometimes...I really can't answer that.
Yes, I'm playing in the great sea of self-pity again, but today, I really feel that I deserve it. Sorry.
Later : Er, hello, self? What was I expecting? Eh. I'm such an idiot.
Even later : ~laughs~ That pretty much says it all, really. Oh, who cares anyway? Never mind. ~s~
I'm killing time on Valentine's, waiting for the day to end...
With the happy valentine's song lyrics? Yeah.