7 billion people in this planet and I'm still fucking single.
All these pretty girls with their significant other and I'm sitting here alone and still an ugly little shit.
People asking other people to be their Valentines and I'm saddened because I know I'm not good enough to even be talking to them let alone playfully being their "valentine".
Let's just say I fucking hate Valentine's Day.
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Feelings Kept Inside
PoetryThese are feelings that I always feel and deal with, but never say (Thoughts, poems, music lyrics, and quotes that describe how I feel)
