I turn 25 on Valentine's day and its going to be even lonelier than my 21st, when my only relationship ended when my ex broke up with me at a party I was supposed to meet her mom at, she did it by the card she gave me.
They say it sucks being single on valentines day but what sucks worse is when its your birthday and you realize no one will ever love you.
we are in the middle of selling the house I have lived in since I was like 4 or 5, so its going to be my last birthday here.
What makes this worse is that my mom has a minor surgery that day, she might be home that night she might not be, but I'll be home. I will not be surrounded by friends and family, just me, a tv, maybe a couple of slasher flicks, I'm thinking both My Bloody Valentine films and I can't fucking drink.
I hate my birthday, all it does is remind me of the Ironic fact that I will never find someone and no one will ever love me and this year is going to be the loneliest of all.
I wish I could just drink myself into a stupor and spend that whole day in a haze in bed listening to an audiobook or on the couch watching slasher films, but I can't and that makes it worse, the loneliest birthday and I have to be sober.
Sorry for the wall of text i just needed to rant