I hate Valentines Day. I’ve always been single on Valentines Day and have never received any sort of “out of the blue” affection or even a cheap card with a cheesy “Be mine” phrase. This day is an excuse for couples to he extra-super-duper lovey dovey in public, which is one of my biggest pet peeves, and all the tv stations play old, sappy, cliche valentines day special reruns.

The thing I hate the most about this day is how every couple seems to rub their “togetherness” into every single persons face for no goddamned reason. It’s not bad enough that I’m single and depressed, now I have to deal with societies bullshit “love” making me feel like the most alone person on the face of the Earth.

It also doesn’t help that Little-Miss-Cunt-Bag with her cunty, whorey, slutty goodness let me in on her secret relationship of four months, knowing that I really liked her for five and was just stringing me along for shits and giggles, AFTER I asked her out for Valentines.

I have every right to be a nihilistic-pessimist. I can honestly say that I hate at least 95% of the people I meet and know, I even hate my family. Valentines Day is the one day I’d like to drop off the face of the Earth or just have everybody else die some horrible death. if you’re doing something “special” for Valentines Day, keep it yourself, and don’t make a fucking huge deal about it. Instead, think about how many people like me there are on that accursed day, and let that sink in until you feel as shitty as I do. I bid thee fucking-adu.