Do you know how much I hate you? But every year you just refuse to submit to my threat. You insist to come and you claim that you are bringing joys to every lover; you are just being selfish. I’m too a lover, just without a lover, and you cruelly set me aside.
How I wish I could tie you up and bash you like a punching bag; how I wish I can scratch your enormous freaking face and kick your balls like how I break nuts.
V-Day please don’t come.