Secondly, it has nothing to do with the movie itself, I only like the name.
Yes, I hate Valentine's Day. I hate it.
I hate every February 14th that oppresses me like an execution day. I started to listen to my friends babbling and pretending to be sad two weeks earlier. How to plan this holiday, go shopping all over the street and create discounts and discounts for couples as well as All kinds of small gifts can’t be peaceful on the Internet. The forums are enthusiastically discussing the best places for Valentine’s Day and various seduce techniques. Even Google’s logo has to be changed.
I hate everyone’s sweet love every day. There are 10 channels on the TV, 7 on Valentine’s Day, two pop chocolate ads, and one on a financial program. Economists are obviously planning not to waste any money and manpower to pick up girls. Sometimes hitting the menstrual cycle and going downstairs to buy the most common Dove chocolates, the salesperson aunt scoffs at you with a poor look.
I hate that this festival is becoming more and more popular. There are always irrelevant aunts and aunts who don’t know their destinations to inquire about their partners. Some people are half showing off and half inadvertently sending messages to report the situation. Parents are also worried about whether to introduce them. It's not bad to meet someone on Saturday, and I can also be on TV. Even when I meet my neighbor's grandmother, I will be read "Why didn't you go out today?"
I hate that this holiday makes me sensitive and weird. I feel short when I pass by a couple, and secretly curse every happy lover's spirit (strength) to death. Every tangled couple is so entangled. To no avail, every pair of idiotic men and women is still idiotic in addition to idiotic resentment.
I hate that even if this holiday is over, there is still a strong annoying atmosphere. Everyone is vying to share the wonderful experience, exchanging information with each other, and sending out the aftertaste. The voice is looking forward to the day after a year, and there is no way to go to the mall. The extravagant chocolates left over from the dismantled holiday advertisements began to be sold at discounts. Buying is ironic but not reconciled. The beginning of watching TV and listening to the radio is always the same as "This past Valentine's Day...".
I am fed up with spending nearly a month every year to really feel the shame of being single, from others and then from myself, why Valentine’s Day is a sweet existence to be proud of, and Singles’ Day is a shameful sourness. Quite, on Valentine's Day, how do you let the unmarried and unmarried people who are not in love in this world face it with a normal mentality.
Damn, I was excited. But I am not lonely.
I just hope that there is no so-called Valentine's Day that stands tall in 365 days to remind me all the time, over time, I doubt my sexual orientation.
Who beat me appropriately at midnight on February 14 and caused me to wake up on time at 24:00 to survive the most sexually exciting day of the people in the world, I can't help but be grateful.
In the end, I still have to wish all lovers a long and happy life. I wish to be a lovebird in the sky. I wish to have a good son and grow old together for a hundred years. After all, I will still be on this road since I was born.
Finally, I wish all colleagues who wish to get rid of singleness to get rid of singleness, it is true.
I thought it was the saved log that gave the delete command. Isn’t it clear in my head? I had to resend it ==
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