You know how bad the feeling is where you wake up the next day remembering you are still broke (or in my case I have money but I'm not allowed to spend most of it because I have to save up for my final car payment come September), your job sucks (and I still can't feel comfortable anymore after last Sunday), you're still living at home (no matter how much I love my parents...I want my own apartment/house), your drawing and writing skills are still degraded/horrible and still can't find the patience/motivation/energy, fat, and not a cat/wolf/whatever than being human?

Add waking up without a significant other and the day after Valentines just makes you feel 50x more as depressed.

...'buries my head in pillows sulking'...

Don't expect anything worthwhile from btw, like I said; my creativity and skills are crap.