I can write all I want about how commercial and artificial Valentine's day is, what with its sappy cards, overly sweet chocolates, pink hearts and red roses.

I can write all I want about how much I abhor the "Every kiss begins with Kay" commercials. They're not even pretending not to be sexist, it's so obviously implying women can and should be bought, it just makes me want to puke.

I can write all I want about how inept people and stores and social norms makes you feel for being single, especially around Valentine's day, how unacceptable it is for a person to be single and happy at the same time, and how it usually makes me smirk because, what do they know.

But at the end of the day, at the end of this day, which was, by the way, a rather good day, filled with sunshine and work getting done and notes of self satisfaction, there's a general outpouring of love and romance, while I can barely remember what having a crush on someone feels like. And despite my supportive friends and loving family, despite my usually finding that being single can be exactly as much fun and happiness as being in a couple, I am feeling excessively lonely and inadequate.

On top of which, I have reached the point where I am lamenting on my blog about not having a boyfriend, which is probably an all time low.

I hope you're proud of yourselves, fuckers.