So. My friends keep asking me if I have any plans on V-day. Yep. In fact, I have tons of things to do on Valentines Day.

1. Wake up early, take a bath and go to the clinical area.
2. Travel by sea to the remote area to conduct a re-assessment of patients who have undergone the TB treatment
3. Assist the medical team for the consultations and all the shizz
4. Travel back to the city
5. Hope that the studio is still open
6. Have my graduation picture taken
7. Have the defense scheduled signed by the panelists
8. Go home, take a shower and sleep.

There you go. Now fuck off.

Like I even bother. I’ve been receiving a lot of hate mails lately. Mostly from grey-faced pussies who can’t handle stuff I post. I’m sorry, but there’s this thing called the ‘Unfollow’ button. Learn how to use it.

Go ahead, ignore me. I deserve it.

Gahd. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex.

I still think of my ex whenever I jerk off.

So we were out last night, celebrated Christmas with some old friends. To finish the night off, we ordered shots of Blowjob (yes, there’s a drink with that name. Sorry kids) A guy approached us and tried to sell us drugs. Ya know, the real stuff, for ten fucking grand. Nah, I was curious, but I’m not willing to cross that line yet. Maybe never will.

I’m writing this out of sadness. No, seriously. I doubt anyone would ever read this.

To really get the tone for this, listen to Skyscraper by Boyce Avenue and Megan Nicole

Anyways, I figured I’d write this down, just to get it over with.

It’s Christmas. And I am single. Again.

Before you roll your eyes, let me tell you straight that I know it’s Christmas, not Valentines, and I’m not supposed to say things like this, but seriously, there is a reason why my URL is like that.

Anyways, I had a fun Christmas eve celebration. I spent it with my family. Ate, drank a beer or two, exchanged gifts, danced and did what families are supposed to do.

After the euphoria has toned down, and I’m left with utter silence and loneliness.

It would have been nice to have someone special hug and kiss you once the clock struck 12, hold your hand while singing Karaoke, kiss you under the mistletoe, or just be by your side when things start to fade.

But once again, fate was not on my side.

I forgot how it feels to be special again.