When Valentine's day is just around the corner and I just can't feel any more depressed, I feel it is necessary to say that I would like to have a nice celebration too, with cheesy films (Valentine's isn't Valentine's without Love actually), tasty food that I would love to cook for him, dumb presents and a really nice night.

How am I supposed to get all that without even confessing first... is a mystery that I'm not sure I will ever solve.

My eyes hurt and I feel physically exhausted but I still wanted to complain before going to bed anyway.