I'm not just going to act all nonchalant about valentines day like the people who don't have valentines do. I do have a valentine this year, means nothing but I have one. I also don't know what to do because I haven't had a valentine since fucking fifth grade which was Andy, my best friend. I just wish I had my friends to celebrate this holiday with, instead of receiving awkward gifts and cheesy cards. Last year was a horrible year. We're not going to the bottle for this holiday this year, I'm going home. Why? Because I'd rather be at home, with my mother drinking boba, than at school, being surrounded by unwanted awkwardness.
I've been wanting to let that out all week.
A fart?
No.
An emotional fart.
Is there such a thing?
Yes, there is.
Should I kill anyone who says there's no such thing as an "emotional fart"?
Yes, I will.
Weapon of choice?
Envelope opener.
P.S. I miss Sam :( Sam is in Canada for the Olympics. I hope she wins something cool. Like bacon.
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