yesterday

i had a good valentines day. or, as i call it "poop day" [mature, yes]. 
i tend to be very bitter on most feb.14's- perhaps cause i've always been single. 
but this year i was okay. 
got together in the evening with 5 friends and laughed and screamed and almost cried. it was a lot of fun. 
although it's not my favorite celebrated day, i was shockingly "awing" and "so cute[ing]" at the stories friends told me that their valentine said or gave to them. 
so. i guess, i'm slowly moving past the sitting-in-the-corner-looking-like-a-grump and seeing the 'love"liness of why some people celebrate this day. 




▲natt