Bitterbug

I don't like Valentine's Day.
Yes, I am being a bitterbug.
Like a humbug.
I'm the Scrooge of Valentine's day.
Yup!
I'm going to bah it until it passes.
Except I wouldn't hurt Little Timmy.
I love kids.
Anyway, I hate Valentine's Day.
It has never been a special day for me.
Oh, I should cry myself a river.
Worse than Justin Timberlake.
Seriously.
I guess this post was about self pity.
How pathetic.
I won't do that.
I refuse to continue to wallow in self depreciation.
To batter the male race.
Yes, they are like a separate race.
Men and women are not equal.
Not created and not made.
Men are different than women.
I don't only mean physiology.
I don't mean women are better than men or vice versa.
We are just different.
So I refuse to be lame.
I refuse to be so melancholic.
To let my emotions get the better of me.
So, I think this post needs to end.
I think I need to get over it.
Move on and smile.
=D