4 Days Left to Valentine's Day, and I Still Don’t Have a Valentine... But I Don’t Care!

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 4 Days Left to Valentine's Day, and I Still Don’t Have a Valentine... But I Don’t Care!

Okay, so it’s officially 4 days until Valentine's Day. Like, four days! And you know what? I should care. I should be freaking out about how I don’t have a Valentine, how I’m probably going to spend the day alone with nothing but Netflix and leftover pizza, but—here’s the thing—I really, really don’t care.

I mean, sure, it would be nice to have someone to share all those ridiculously cute Instagram couple posts with, or to receive a dozen roses and a heartfelt, handwritten card that smells like chocolate (okay, I’m not completely heartless). But let’s be real for a second: I don’t have time for that kind of drama. There are more important things to worry about, like… I don’t know, my never-ending battle with my perfect older sister, Chloe, who literally has a date for every holiday (including Arbor Day?!). And don’t even get me started on my so-called “best friend,” Megan, who is already planning her entire Valentine's outfit like she’s some kind of fashion queen. Like, really?

But honestly, I’m not even jealous. (Okay, maybe just a tiny bit, but who wouldn’t be jealous of someone who can pull off a red velvet dress without looking like a tomato?)

So yeah, here I am, just days away from the big day and totally without a Valentine. But instead of sulking, I’ve decided that I'm going to do exactly what I want. Which, of course, is to sit in my room, listen to my totally awesome playlist (which consists of songs that no one else understands, but that’s okay because I’m a unique person), and write in my diary. You know, like any normal teenager.

I might even make a list of all the things I’ll do if I had a Valentine. Like, maybe go on a cool, super-romantic ice skating date, or write a song for them that would make them cry (probably because I’m that bad at singing, but hey, effort counts). Then, I’ll probably cry because I’ve spent the last hour thinking about what my Valentine could have been. And then, I’ll snap myself out of it, eat an entire pizza, and feel better.

In fact, I think that’s what I’m going to do. Like, why should I care about Valentine's Day when I’ve got my own thing going on? Plus, Chloe would probably spend the whole day getting all “cutesy” with her boyfriend, which just means more stuff to hear about at family dinners. And Megan will be posting about her “super romantic dinner with the cutest guy ever,” while I’ll be eating my pizza in peace and binge-watching an entire season of Shimmer Girls (don’t judge me).

The point is: I don't need a Valentine to have an amazing day. And if I want to hang out with my friends, eat junk food, and pretend that Valentine's Day is just a regular Tuesday, then I totally can. I’ve got my independence, and that’s better than some cheesy couple’s date any day.

Honestly, though, if anyone asks me about my plans on Valentine’s Day, I’ll just say that I have super exciting plans with the one person who matters the most—myself.

I mean, who wouldn’t want to hang out with a girl like me?

(Okay, fine. Maybe just a little part of me hopes that someone will randomly declare their undying love for me before the day ends. But, you know, that’s not really the point here… right?)

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