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February 4. 8:00 PM.

It's 10 days before Valentines. I still don't have a date and I hate it. I haven't been single in a long time and honestly, I've forgotten how it's like. Besides, this is my favorite time of the year (aside from my birthday, that is) and I have nobody. I've gotta make a plan. Hmmm.

Okay, so Plan A, look for a date. Tinder would be a good place to start, right? Or will people feel my desperation? Fuck, I really hate this. If that doesn't work, Plan B is... what? Movie marathon at home, on the couch, binge-eating ice cream. Or drowning myself in wine. That kinda sounds better than Plan A. Plan C is... Scott.

I hate Scott. I don't actually hate him like hate him. He's got Alex and he seems happy. He's been crazy the past few days, trying to think of the perfect date for Alex.

Now that I think about it, I hate Alex. Because he has Scott. And honestly I don't think Alex realizes how lucky he is.

Ten days. I have 10 days.

I am beginning to hate this holiday.