HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINES DAY

A lot of pink and red envelopes arrived in the mail today.  Even more came in covered with stickers of hearts and swirls or romantic sentiments.  I’ve never hated my job sorting mail before.  But this day was cutting out to be horrendous.  As I put them in their designated boxes one by one, I kept telling myself that one day, one of those envelopes will be for me, and I’ll be able to look forward to this day as an active participant in its celebration.  But until then, I’ll punch another hole into my ear and be satisfied with the life I’m living on my own.

After all, this freedom really isn’t so bad. And I’ve still got so much to do.