Valentine something or other

Ineed the time has come once again.

My current boyfriend has been lovely, and I've, for the most part, had an enjoyable Valentine's Day.

Nothing of particular interest strikes me as needing to be proclaimed.

I suppose I can just ramble, but nobody really wants to read that shit.

But what's a journal for, right?

Well Valentine's Day isn't the largest affair for a student my age so it's nothing to major to fret over.

I hate that since I am so mature for my age, I can't get things for my friends or myself that I am able to handle in the mature manor at the age of my maturity, but most of the people my age cannot.

Why is it that I have to pay for the mistakes of others stupidity?

This isn't to mean that I am judgmental or ignorant, in fact I am rather understanding and genuinely sensitive to those around me.

I just feel there are infinite solutions for those who have a slightly to largely higher level of thinking.

Though I have to say, I can't complain when I find myself relying on others stupidity for my own needs.

The world is indeed an interesting example of the mixture of minds and ideas.

Later
Em