Of course, as I’m tip toeing around the store, I see multiple couples walk in and buy heart shaped balloons. Mogged to the end of earth. I snuck into the bathroom and waited for them to leave so I didn’t start crying. Brutal. I almost fell into the toilet too. I hate this fucking day (and all Other days). As a dirty inkwell, I shouldn’t have left home. Don’t make the same mistake I did, as for some of you, it could push you over the edge, and be your last. 
