This yearis the year of the Valentine fuck up. I realize that I will no longer make things from scratch when it doesn’t measure up. It disappoints. I worry myself to death and self-denial that my life is not going to please anyone 100%. That is fine with me because I will try harder next year. My life involves trying harder to reach my goal. Love is most important to me, and I will not accept subpar. Happy Valentines Day. No hard feeling. I love you.