Who cares how my Valentine's day went?
Crappy as always.
But I did have a secret admirer (though I knew who it was) and in the end of the day, a Valentine, who was my friend.
This year was nothing special.
I was all sick at the end.
I planned to watch horror movies and eat popcron and brownies all day,
but I actually played L.A. Noire and hardly even ate.
Right now, I'm watching 13 Assassins, and it's pretty good.
I recently watched Taxi Driver.
To be honest, I fell pretty good right now.
Like I should be doing something, but it's night time, so I'm pretty much done for the day.
I'll just laze around.
Watch more movies.
I'll just share some poems. Not mine.

Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Unblinking Grief by Charles Bukowski

the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,
and lest this be taken for wry sorrow,
drown the spider in wine.

you are much more than simply dead:
I am a dish for your ashes,
I am a fist for your vanished air.

the most terrible thing about life
is finding it gone.

Maybe next time I'll put one of my own.^^
Right now I'd rather be dreaming of a day going a whole different way.