I’ll spend it either alone or with family or acquaintances I’ll never consider friends.
I know I won’t be happy.
I could be doing something right now about it. I really want to do it, but I know I won’t, because I’m too weak.
I know a person worthy of living would be able to, because, unlike having a romantic or sexual partner, it depends only on me.
Okay, having made it shameful enough for myself to come back to WrongPlanet before Valentine’s Day, I’m off to do what I should be doing. If I believed in God, I’d sincerely ask Him to punish me with the slowest and most painful possible death if I visit this site in any way, shape or form, or otherwise spend undue time on the Internet, or any surrogate medium, in the next twenty-eight days.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.