It’s 2:30 am… technically it’s not Valentine’s Day anymore, but for me it still feels like it. Someone very close and special to me died the other day, and I spent the whole day at her wake, bawling my eyes out. I get home to my boyfriend, and he had bought me roses and champaign to share, but he got drunk and passed out and wouldn’t hold or love me. So I’m sitting here at 2:30 am, alone, crying… because the one person who was supposed to hold me and help me feel better told me to “eff off”. I wish he would be more considerate.. I am at a really hard time in my life. I wish I wasn’t so alone..