what a horrible bummer it is to be single on valentine’s day, when couples are frolicking outside, no matter what the weather, or cuddling indoors while exchanging their special tokens of love.
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being single on valentine’s day is like being the only kid at a party to not get an ice cream cone. you feel suddenly left out of the loop without anything to call your own and to savour. it feels like it’s been a long time since you’ve had that sweet taste on your tongue, and now you only taste bitterness, more towards those who have something to enjoy.
but then there are those who are satisfied, for the time being, with what they have — or don’t have — regardless of any savoury ice cream cone. even if it is vanilla and oh-so tempting at times.
i leave you with a special valentine’s day treat: ralph wiggum.
smoochies