Boo, Valentine's Day

This was definitely the most depressing Valentine's day of my entire life.

There's nothing like a Hallmark holiday that romanticizes the joy of relationships to make you feel like shit for not having one.

But this Valentine's day wasn't depressing because I'm single- I'm used to that.

I've only had a "Valentine" once.

In the past, I have dressed up and handed out Valentines to all my friends. I mean really dressed up. Pink converse, knee-high socks with candy conversation hearts on them, pink leotards, pink satin skirts with white lace trim and pink sequins, white parasols- the real deal.

I'd make little personalized gift baskets for my besties and valentines for the rest. I was festive as hell. It took a great deal of preparation, but it was always a lot of fun.

This year I have been completely and utterly alone. I'm no longer in high school, so I had nowhere to go. I woke up at 5 p.m. because I was up all last night feeling sick.

I haven't even seen another human being yet. I just went downstairs and made myself a bagel sandwich, brought it to my room, and ate it. I watched an episode of American Dad to cheer me up but I can't help but think about how lonely it is in this house.

I was going to plan to do something fun on Valentine's day, to avoid feeling like this...I checked Portland events but there are not many on Valentine's day that are "singles friendly," except a singles CPR class, except you don't even get certified so that sounds KIND OF SKETCHY.

Then I was thinking "Hey! I could hang out with some friends!" Which sounds like a great idea, except my friends in town are either:

a) In high school and rowing and never available.

b) Have boyfriends

Valentine's day is supposed to be fun and kitschy and I missed it.

It sucks, but next year will be better.