I won't be bitching on FB/Twitter Ileia, don't block me please ;__; I may post something slightly sarcastic but that's about it. The rest is vent territory, because that's what the vent for!
And I have no problems with the day at all, and I send much

to people actually enjoying it. I've nothing but good wishes for people going on valentine's dates, wearing pink, eating steak, confessing love, sleeping with each other, etc. etc., and I hope they feel great about it. I will not be doing any of those things, but that's okay, right? It's about me, not the day. It's obviously my choice to treat it the way I do, but a circumstantially-justified choice that also overlaps what is usually around the bottom point of my yearly seasonal blues. However I have no trouble with symbolically embracing my own pettiness and insecurity about it, because I feel that I've earned that right through years of hard work and being nice to people (irrespective of gender or romantic interest) and ending up lacking the one thing that could justify or reward my existence in the first place. So, on Valentine's I act insecure and petty because in the mindset it puts me into, I AM. Don't let insecure and petty people ruin your mood, because if you're neither of those things, and have nothing you could help them with, they'll only drag you down. All the more if those insecure and petty people tell you that you should go and enjoy yourself and ignore them, which I sincerely hope people do in my case. You can have a great day, and I'll embrace my own therapeutic misery for a bit.
And please save the slapping of my shit for the 14th, when it might also be therapeutic

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