I haven’t just given up on Valentine’s Day, I loathe Valentine’s Day.

 Since seventh grade, Valentine’s Day has been a horror for me. I’ve begged and pleaded with my mom to just let me stay home on a day as awful as the day of slobbery kisses and heart-shaped chocolate boxes. All through my middle school and high school life, I have had terrible experiences. In sixth grade, the guy I was dating dumped me on Valentine’s Day, seventh grade, I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, eighth grade, I was told I would never have a life.

Now, I don’t mind being dumped, I can handle it, but why on Valentine’s Day? I mean, come on, it’s the day of lovers and romance, not the day of ditch your girlfriend. Because of all of these mishaps, I have grown to hate this holiday. I used to want chocolates and roses, and I used to dream of my perfect Valentine’s Day, but now I’ve outgrown that.

Because of all of my bad luck on this cursed day, I don’t enjoy celebrating it. I can tolerate some of the things, but I mean I’d rather have it named Singles Awareness Day for all the loners like me who hate the day of sloppy kisses and giant teddy bears. It’s only fair to us that don’t have wonderful lovey dovey days with the perfect guy or girl.

Couples, stop being so showy with your love. Don’t flaunt the fact that you’ve found the perfect person to all of us who haven’t yet found high school love. I understand you love that boy or girl you’re seemingly bound to, but please, please, don’t rub it in. Kiss, give hugs and love each other. I don’t care, but don’t make a huge deal of it by having drool run down your face and hickeys on your body.

I hate Valentine’s Day, but maybe my heart would change if people were less showy with their feelings.