valentines day.

as i sit here alone in my living room watching jurassic park i can't help but think about all the other lonely valentines days i've had in the past. I understand that I'm only 21, and i'm really overthinking all of this but they've all been spent exactly the same way, reflecting on myself, searching for my own flaws. these flaws i've rationalized are obviously the reasons why i'm still alone and probably always will be. the older i get the more i believe that there is fundamentally something unloveable about me.

this is just a stupid sad girl post.
and i understand this. it's just that.
I never thought i was anything special, but i was hoping that maybe you did.

but there it is. I hate valentines day.