I hate this stinking holiday
Ah, February fourteenth, the most pointless day in all of existence. The only holiday that has even less point that Labor day; it is a day dedicated to admiring those in relationships. It is a day set aside by advertising executives to force poor, unsuspecting, lovesick men into spending ungodly amounts of money on shiny things for their significant others.
Why do I hate Valentines' Day, you ask?
...Because I never get to celebrate it.
Oh, wait, I did last year. Baby's first V-day. I get home from a play rehearsal to find sick pink (I hate that color, but was grateful for the gesture, anyway) roses on my bed. I was so excited to finally enjoy a Valentine with my very first honey! It was nice, so I didn't notice exactly how stand-offish he was. I asked him, and he said he wasn't feeling very well, little did I know...
The next day he comes to my school and breaks up with me in the parking lot.
I still had to go to play practice.
I hate this stupid holiday.
Happy Singles' Awareness day, everyone!
Love,
Cedarbird