Last year on Valentine's or whatever they call it, I remember setting my foot out towards the busy street only a minute away from where I live. The situation had felt real funny because all I could feel was the strong aroma of couples and love (yes, let's go with that). I had felt so embarrased I apparently ran towards my room in search of fresh air deprived of love (yes, let's go with that). This year is different. I feel like it's been ages since I've started seeing things differently. I feel like I'm in a different realm of consciousness surrounded by negativity. No, negativity's not the right word. Maybe "monsters" is (let's go with that). If you think what you're reading right now is vague, just wait a little more. Yeah, I feel like I am surrounded by monsters or demons or whatever they call it. Maybe this is what hell to some extent feels like. Today, all day long, I had been telling my friends what had happened last year on Valentine...