Valentines Day.

February 14th. Luckily, I have my birthday on this day. It's usually enough to distract me from this horrid hallmark holiday. I'm not sure if the cause of my despise for this holiday emanates from the stew of bitterness inside me towards love in general. I'm not sure where it comes from. Nevertheless, I fail to understand the true purpose of the holiday. Love (if it genuinely, unconditionally exists...) should be expressed toward a partner every day of the year, not emphasized on a single day. I don't know. Those are the thoughts in my head right now.