Valentine

A day late, but that day gets olllld...

Valentine's Day. It's a day for every preppy, pretty girl with huge b***s to be able to feel even prettier and fight over who got sent the most cards. They all walk around with little fake flowers pinned to their clothes to show off that they have secret admirers. In all reality, her friends sent her those flowers.
You know, maybe I'm so bitter about Valentine's Day because I am not a people person. Or maybe it's because I hate affection, I can't even get hugs from people. There's just something about this day that makes me cringe.
One of my friends brought me a Fun Dip, so yay for that I guess? Other than that the only Valentine's Day stuff I participated in was sticking cards to my friend's face during lunch. (Don't ask me why, he's dumb sometimes.)
I'm probably just a loser, and that's why Valentine isn't my thing. I mean, why the hell would someone send me a card? I'm the kind of person that would yell at them for being a dumbass... I don't know why, but I would most likely yell and whine to him that he's stupid for even remembering who I am. No one else does. I'm just the weird, loud girl with the red hair.
People just aren't things that I like being around, and I hate being reminded that they don't like being around me. So, Valentine's Day is definitely not my cup of tea.
Speaking of tea, the kettle is doing that weird whistling thing. I should go get it before I get a headache.

Author's Note

Meh. Bitching is fun.