February 14, 2001

ah. another Valentine's Day. Another Valentine's Day that I will spend alone, and depressed. Isn't it a joy? Well, I know that quite a few of you out there will probably be doing the same thing, so I feel for ya. My most current drama is longwinded, tiring to think about at the moment, something I'd rather forget, and (almost) fully documented on my other journal. So I'm not wasting my time with it here. I'm totally down in the dumps. I guess I should be used to this by now. No one is for real, I guess. People say things but do the polar opposite and I get fucked in the end. I guess that's what I get for being a good person. Maybe I should start being vindictive and bitchy, and then maybe someone with some honesty will finally come into my life. But, I doubt it. Being nice doesn't get me anywhere, so why would being a cunt get me anywhere? I guess I'll just take things a day at a time and stop being so fucking quick to let people in without a good scan first. Because if I get hurt again anytime soon, I think I'm going to snuff it.