5 Ways to Stop Feeling Sorry for Yourself on Valentines Day
home feeling sorry for yourself.
gone to Costa Rica, your other handsome, funny and incredibly witty guy is
spending the night with his kid, your ex who was meant to take you out to
dinner gave up trying to find a reservation because he’s hopeless (but hey you
already knew that), two of your best friends are going to a party dripping with
gorgeous bachelors and your other best friend looks like this:
that she’s deeply, hopelessly in love with.
voice in your head is telling you that you lost your only form of ID for a
city street below you realise that the reason isn’t going to be easy to find. The
first thing you see is a vendor selling perfect long stemmed roses to men on
their way home from work. A girl in a figure hugging satin red dress is hailing
a cab to take her to a reservation at Café Sydney and even the homeless man in
the park is wearing a red hat in celebration of this day of love.
no new messages, no declaration of love and worst of all no proof of identity
so you cant even get sufficiently shitfaced by yourself.
again? I was momentary distracted thinking of ways TO KILL MYSELF.