A Bittersweet Valentine's Day

I had a day. Not sure if mind-blowingly awesome day, or soul crushingly awful day.

So I guess those two things cancel so I just had a day.

And none of it at all had to do with the fact that it’s valentine’s day.

I suppose I’ll begin with the good.

Shirts were made. Actually, not today, but tuesday and thursday, golden made herself and myself t shirts. Just in time for valentine’s day. They’re epic. I love them. On the front, mine reads “ENJOLRAS: not caring about your lonely soul since 1832″ and on the back is the chorus to red and black.
the front of golden’s in pretty simple, with a heart in the corner full of smaller hearts and music notes (a heart full of love, a heart full of song… see? it’s clever) and the back just says “PONTMERCY ’32″ in typical football jersey style.

I might add pictures. But yes they are fabulous and the school day was fine and dandy, and then I got home and mentally prepared myself for what would be the best part of my day; what I have been waiting for for a week.

 

Buying the Brick. That perfectly, beautiful, giant, old, worn, elegant copy of Les Miserables that I held not even a week ago. It surpassed even my wildest dreams that I would find it. It was everything I love in a book, and I swore it would be mine (since the store wasn’t actually selling at the time).

As you can probably guess, I didn’t get it.

I DIDN’T GET IT.

MY

LIFE

IS

OVER.

I came on freaking opening day. My mum came home super early just so she could take me to buy it. IT WAS THERE. THE MOST PERFECT COPY I WILL EVER SEE.

I HELD IT IN MY HANDS.

I PROMISED

I am fortune’s fool.

Goddam I’m just really angry. I will likely never again see as perfect a copy as that, and seeing as I will settle for nothing less, I’ll probably never even read it (I’m the same way about men… could be a problem). My ONLY solace is in the fact that someone is now VERY happy to have made, quite frankly, the purchase of a lifetime.

So yea, I’m basically completely dead inside. I got right home, went right upstairs (took some ibuprofen because braces but this step doesn’t really count), locked myself in my room, and had a sob fest.

I AM CRYING ON VALENTINE’S DAY.

BECAUSE OF A BOOK.

I SWEAR I WILL NEVER LOVE AGAIN.

So on that cheery note, ima go make some mountain dew cake in hope of feeling better.

~phan

*grabs cat and hugs until cat gets pissed ouch now I’m crying and my stomach is bleeding*

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