Special days come and go, seemingly faster every year. Christmas seemed like just a regular day... Granted I had a horrid case of the flu and a couple broken ribs. Still, it just didn't feel that way. Now Valentine's Day is coming, for me just another regular day. Let's see... It's been *mumbles* years since I've had a reason to be happy about the holiday, let alone buy something for that special lady. Then again, that would actually require me having a special lady. haha
Being all the heartbreak I've been through over the years, I kind of gave up on the whole love thing for a very long time. For some silly reason the emptiness of being alone, seemed better than the pain of a broken heart. Show's how much I know, right? Still, I am leary of the whole thing, paranoid of being hurt and afraid of being rejected. Life lessons have taught me that seems to be the way to go.
In all serious though, being alone on the day of love, or in general, sucks a biggin'. Always has, always will. Sooooo... Anyone want to be my Valentine?
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Quick edit: I guess I seem to have mis-worded part of this entry. I meant that I finally moved past the paranoia. The fear not so much, but I'm working on it. I guess I'm best when approached, than when trying to approach. =-)
