Fuck Valentine’s Day.
After class, I’m going home, throwing on sweatpants and napping for a significant part of the day to make up for how late I was up last night.
So what if I’m the bitter, single 23 year-old stereotype?
I’ve learned not to have any expectations. You can’t be disappointed, only pleasantly surprised.
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