Month of Love

Following is the account of an anonymous, probably fictitious Southern student, who is an avid blogger and who has always been unlucky in the field of love. This is her probable true story that most likely embodies what every single student here has been going through this month of love.
January 1
The dawning of a new age. I can’t help but think that each year I am alone is sucking a year out of my life. That means that, since arriving here at Southern, I have lost four years of my potentially long old age. I will be turning, well I won’t divulge that information here-who knows the weirdos who stalk the Internet. Let’s just say that I am not 18 anymore. According to a friend of mine, all the cells in my body will not regenerate anymore. I am beginning to die off! What a happy thought. But I will not dwell on that. Today is a new day. It’s a new year. A chance for a fresh, new start. This year is the year I will find my soulmate! I just know it!
February 14
Alas. My life is still an endless plunge into the bottomless abyss that is Loneliness. I am surrounded by roses and sweet candies. They mock me. They taunt my soul. If they had fingers, they would point at me and laugh. Couples embrace on the Promenade. Goodnight kisses in front of the dorm. Soothing vespers rubs given. I hate February! I hate roses! O death, ease my pain!
May 2
Oh wonderful, beautiful world! How cruel and inhumane I have been to you! Why did I ever doubt that there was love waiting out there for me? I have found the love of my life. All this time, he has been a dear friend. He is even dearer now. All those years of longing for roses that were not meant for me. Of dreaming my prince would come for me. Thank you for showing me that the wait is worth the little sting of pain that comes with loneliness. Love will come. I should have known that. All you single ladies, and gents, do not despair if this year does not bring the buds of new romance. Your time is coming.