Whilst sitting in my room with nothing better to do and nobody to be around, I dug this up from my blog archives: the following was written five years ago to the day.
"I hate today. The worst thing about it is how bad it makes you feel when you see all the smug happy couples out around town."
Isn't it bizarrely fascinating to conclude that I personally feel no different towards Valentine's Day now than I did when I was 19? Or does it just mean that I remain the eternal sociopath? Perhaps, in time, the unthinkable may happen and my world view may alter unrecognisably. But in the meantime, it seems that solitude is here to stay.
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