I think by now you all know my feelings on valentines day.
I'm not in the right frame of mind to rant but I will say this. Valentines day makes you feel more alone than any other day. For those of us who carry on by themselves it slaps us in the face and loneliness rushes through our veins.
Flowers from a brother, a friend a mother it's a reminder of you and you alone. You want to think that's beautiful that's cute, what a lovely gesture and yet you can't because you've had enough of these days feeling horrible.
For me anyway it's a sight that makes me cower under stupidly depressing emotions. It's an oxymoron it is a beautiful tragic sight. Something I would rather not see after all these years.
Why does there have to be this one day of love. I can't seem to fathom the use. And those happy hundreds out there shake their heads at my naïvety... And all I can say is a girls gotta be the person she wishes to be or maybe the person she thinks will make her stronger.
So there it is my little Thursday feeling.
See you tomorrow for what I hope is a more up beat post on red carpet glories.