Oh God. Valentine's Day Tomorrow. Why? Why?

I Got Into My Usual Obsessive Writing Frenzy, Using All The Material I'd Worked On For So Long And Crafting It Into A Little Novel [bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries].

Exes Should Never, Never Go Out With Or Marry Other People But Should Remain Celibate To The End Of Their Days In Order To Provide You With A Mental Fallback Position.

No One Is Thinking About You. They're Thinking About Themselves, Just Like You.

Quite Quickly I Grew Less Deranged. I Had Begun The Process Of Calming Down, Assimilating And Compromising, Which Is Necessary To Live Comfortably In The World As It Is, And Probably Is Why Its Imbalance Never Changes. But Underneath, My Idea Of Life Was Completely Altered.

I Think The Pressure To Be Perfect Generally In Life Has Amped Up Massively In The Last Twenty Years: Especially For Young People With The Advent Of Social Media.