February 14, 2006 was the last time I ever celebrated Valentines Day. Things went normal during the day. It was at night when shit hit the fan. Me and my brother were watching tv. We started arguing about something, but I can’t remember what it was. My dad came in piss ass drunk, grabbed me, and slammed me against my dresser, causing me to bleed all over my school folder. The motherfucker doesn’t even remember what he did to me because he blacked out after assaulting me. Earlier that day, my mom gave me a sticker that she claimed was worth $10. I destroyed it after being assaulted. After that traumatic event, I swore to never celebrate Valentines Day ever again. Easter of 2009 wasn’t as bad given the fact that my dad got drunk off his ass and threw me against the wall. That assault wasn’t as bad as what happened 3 years earlier given the fact that I wasn’t bleeding this time, and I still celebrate Easter. However, I can’t celebrate Valentines Day, especially with all those scammers, conformists, and corporate pigs shoving it down people’s throats. My hatred towards Valentines Day elevated in 2018, and you can probably guess why. 2021 marked the 15th anniversary of when I stopped celebrating Valentines Day. As you may have guessed, my dad got drunk off his ass again. This time, he was harassing me for no apparent reason. My hatred towards Valentines Day has only grown since. Every time I see my dad on this bullshit scam of a holiday, I look at him with rage because of what he did to me. I’ll never buy any Valentines Day shit. I’ll never give anyone gifts for this bullshit holiday. I’ll never ask anyone to be my valentine, and there’s no fucking way I’ll ever accept an offer from some empty headed fuck nugget making a post asking to be someone’s valentine. What fucking moron asks a question like that? The dumbfucks that ask people to be their valentine just want to treat people like shit because every single one of them is full of shit. In the words of Mike Muir: “I’d rather feel like shit than be full of shit!” My dad is the reason why I don’t celebrate Valentines Day anymore. I have photographed the dresser that he slammed me against 20 years ago. Even if he were to somehow apologize for what he did to me, there’s no fucking way I could ever accept his apology. That is what domestic violence does to you. In the words of Jonathan Davis: “Fuck you. I’m fed up with you. I’m not as good as you. Fuck no, I’m better than you.” That being said, fuck Valentines Day into oblivion! 🖕🏻🤬

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