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I really hate this time of year. V-Day and Christmas always make me crankier than usual, because they drive home how invisible I really feel most of the time. I always feel like I'm bothering people, or like I'm in the way. Even my so-called friends make me feel like I'm second-best most of the time.
And do you know how long it's been since I've had a proper V-Day gift? Yes, and then I remember the ex who got me said gift, and that makes everything worse, because I'm pretty much the one who ended it. It's not helping, either, that I'm tired all the time or that my blood sugar has been weird all day or that I'm not happy with anything I've written in the past week.
God, I need some soup.
And do you know how long it's been since I've had a proper V-Day gift? Yes, and then I remember the ex who got me said gift, and that makes everything worse, because I'm pretty much the one who ended it. It's not helping, either, that I'm tired all the time or that my blood sugar has been weird all day or that I'm not happy with anything I've written in the past week.
God, I need some soup.
