rephrased

Valentine's Day #25 without a Valentine. I'm trying my damnedest to feel pathetic and weepy about it like usual, but the best I can pull off is a mild sarcastic resentment. Sorry to disappoint, Hallmark. Maybe next year throw a few more sharpshooting Cupids and gut-wrenching jewelry commercials at me. But buck up, Hallmark. You'll always have Mother's Day to make me feel guilty again.