Another year has passed and nothing has changed. You are still that lonely sad virgin loser you were a year ago today. And the year before that, and before that and so on. It’s Valentines Day, there is even more fucking happening right now than on any other day of the year. And yet… it’s just you and your hand. Like every other year. Stroking and pumping, and getting off to being told the truth: That it will never change.