Ah, Valentines Day. Singles hate it, couples love it. For me, it's merely a day where Carlton cards and Cadbury makes big bucks, girls are either gushing in affection or wringing their hands in despair, and... that creepy guy down the street finally gets laid. :]

I'm not being bitter. I'm not.

I remember back in elementary school when everyone brought in those tiny cards from Walmart with cute sayings and a milk chocolate heart attached. That was when it didn't matter. At least we got chocolate back then. Now, it's all about the hardcore stuff.

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a stupid and naive girl who went to a middle school where she knew almost no one. Let's call her Camel. Now the key thing about Camel is that she's stupid and naive. Remember that.

She made new friends and settled into her new environment. One day in October, she accidentally agreed to do a science project with a guy she never paid attention to in her class. Let's call him Dung Beetle.

And so, she was stuck with him. They did the project (and failed,) but now, they can call themselves acquaintances.

Now Dung Beetle had a kind of serious relationship going on. Over the winter holidays, it was rumoured that she brutally dumped him. Camel wasn't quite sure at the time, and didn't want to get involved. Either way, they became friends over MSN those two weeks.

For a while, Camel liked Dung Beetle. In the naive crush way. But he played with her feelings and let her down. He was flawed in a way that she could not understand. But she still could not bring herself to get over him. To him, she was just a friend, maybe less. For weeks, Camel mulled over him, not quite sure what to do and kept her feelings to herself.

Over time, she lost interest in him, seeing his true colours and what a jerky, horrible, mean asshole he is. They are still friends, but to this day, Camel still slaps herself for wasting so much time obsessing over him.

The end.

Well, I didn't like that story very much. Nor did I tell it very well. I need some sleep.

*sigh* Either way, I guess the point is... love, hate, and don't overdose on coffee. Horrible side-effects, trust me.