not quite sure

All over Facebook, posts regarding today's "holiday" are either filled with chocolate-y sweetness or bitter venom.

I'm not exactly sure how to feel about this holiday anymore. I've spent every February 14th of my life, minus one, single. I did get chocolate from my mom and my friends, but last year was really the only year I spent with someone else.

I don't celebrate the overly commercial and kitschy vibes of it, especially because of how much it reminds me of the aforementioned relationship I had with that person. But I can't give up on love, either.

So I'm sitting here, in my bed, unable to speak aloud due to a sore throat and a hacking cough, unable to attend classes, with promises of my presence at a dinner and swing dancing tonight, and the only people whom I can think of truly wishing a Happy V-day to are either taken, distanced, or completely hate this holiday. Self-pitying, sure.

Here's to, hopefully, some good Mexican food and great dancing afterwards. Plus the money to cover both. For now, I'm going to look up some simple ASL phrases.

Happy Valentine's Day, to those who'd like it.