Well, here's my obligatory angsty journal entry. I make myself depressed over Valentine's day. It reminds me of how old I'm getting (yes, I know the alternative is worse) without having an s.o. Honestly, I don't know how people do those things. I don't think it's just my introversion or shyness or timidity or whatever it is. Or maybe it is. But from my limited observation of the dating thing, it looks ugly and vicious and designed to hurt. Maybe this is supposed to prepare you for the risks of being in a relationship?