V-day, or "How to know how painfully alone you are"

First and foremost: Fuck this month.

That feels good.

So, as some of you know, I find this farce of a holiday completely bullshit. Not only is it commonly referred to as "Singles Awareness Day", but it's an obvious ploy of corporate greed and this fleeting emotion of "love".

Love is bullshit. Or so I believe until someone shows me otherwise. It doesn't help that it was this was the day that my last girlfriend cheated on me. Then again, she was a controlling bitch, and I should have ended THAT farce before that even happened, but that's neither here nor there.

So here I am, broken (think C-3PO in Jedi: being carried around by Chewie in a backpack with parts hanging out), waiting for someone to fix me. I don't even know if I have all the missing parts anymore.