VALENTINE'S DAY

I seriously thought I'd got it under control this year. I really did. Boy, was I ever wrong...
The whole day was spent with the worst headache ever and I couldn't even take a painkiller so as to be able to drink later on when I'd meet up with Kris. Hell of a good that did me. Gosh. Well, the whole meeting was kinda nice ((apart from all those cuples playing tonsil hockey that we kept bumping into)) and put me in a better mood than I'd been in for weeks. But then I have to step out of the fucking train and find myself face to face with that fucker who treated me like a toerag in summer. $%#@!!! I hate him so much. And he kept drifting in and out of my dreams all night long. Well, more like morning than night since I couldn't fall asleep while due to that freaking headache. Anyway, WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING IN MY DREAMS/NIGHTMARES?!? He has no right to be in my head. No right watsoever. Fucker.