Okay, its really sucky, but I have a terrible feeling of relief that I'm not gonna be here for dumbass Valentine's Day. Poor St Valentine, it's like someone pushed him off his sofa.

I'm happy that folk in these parts are happy; because it's what they really wanted or for more superficial reasons. As long as things go good, then that is okay.

It seems a bit like a story, like I was meant to leave now. Aiee...

Feeling:
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