Usually on Valentine’s Day (DIAF, Hallmark) I take a minute or two to make a few otherwise embarassing confessions, shout out to the people close to me “I love you, man.” before repeating it ad nauseum whilst (yes, whilst.) drunk later on in the afternoon/evening. So, following a sort of twisted tradition, here goes:
1. I cruise the Dear Old Love tumblr, which is basically anonymous posts from spurned lovers to admit they still love the person they’re no longer with - or to basically spew hatred. Some of them are sweet, some of them kind of make me want to die inside but I read them all and wonder: WHICH ONE MIGHT BE ABOUT ME?
2. I recently heard that song “Goodbyes” by that youtube kid Savannah Outen: I actually enjoy the song. No, I was not a cheerleader in high school.
3. Love is over-rated. Alcohol, however, keeps the thrill alive and well.
4. Yesterday, to meet my friend Amanda for Pre-Bar Crawl Gallery Hop, I walked from 1st Ave and 13th to 24th St. I couldn’t walk to 25th St, because that was the last place I actually enjoyed spending time with my ex girlfriend.
5. Call me pathetic, call me an alcoholic, call me sick, twisted, dwell-y and unhealthy but: yes, I still love you. And yes, you’re still the cunt that broke my heart.
Happy Single’s Awareness Day everyone. Go confess something of your own.
