Singles Awareness Day

It's getting to the point now where I hate the holidays. All of them. Growing up they were attached to very nice family traditions. Then I started my own as I got older and tried to start my own family. All of that has come crashing down. My holiday decorations haven't left their boxes since 2000. They have since become a day where I think nostalgically about the happy past, but end up spending the day alone. Yup, it's official, I hate them.
It's not like you can just ignore the fact that they're here. They surround you. It's on TV. It's online. It's on the radio. It's in the stores. People wish you happy what the fuck ever. It's everywhere.
I have been told that it could be worse. I'll admit that I have a loving boyfriend, great friends, and a very supportive family. Still. The loving boyfriend has been over 700 miles away for every single holiday so far. The great friends have their own life to live. And the very supportive family has their lives too. No matter which friends or family I end up being with, it's just not the same. And when it comes to tomorrow, none of them can fill that void. Being the most wonderful people that they are though, they really try. So yeah, I know, I'm very lucky. Lucky and alone. I know, whine, whine, whine. (I'm getting good at it.)
I don't need gifts or special plans for the day. I just don't want to be alone for it. Nobody does, I don't care what you say. I really am very to please. It's the simple, everyday things that make me smile. That only makes me even easier to let down. So tomorrow night will consist of a bottle of wine, the TV, and me. Watching some sappy Valentine's Day episode of my shows and crying. (I already cried at one of them last night.) Thursday it will all be over and they will have stocked the shelves for St. Patrick's Day.