Valentine’s…
Another memo about my failure as an adult. At the warehouse I’m working lots of the package and merch are hearts, plushies, and similar heart shaped stuff, plus some Xmas decorations for some fucking reason…
Is there any way to escape it? I guess not. I probably wouldn’t think too much about it if I was younger but since last week was my bday ready to remind me that I’m getting old… This back to back just crushes me.
Never having intimacy or any type of relationship in these 35 years of my existence disagree with you. Yes, I would take being cheated on if that means breaking this black hole. Having something is always better than nothing.