Bitterness is a strong word. I would call it 'dry humour blanketed in painful not-so-ironic' irony.
Don't get me wrong, I am very happy for all those out there who celebrate their love/emotional drivel (only joking, but not really) together on a daily basis. However, I think I speak on behalf of all those 'Single Ladies' (shut up, Beyonce, the only reason you're celebrating being a 'Single Lady' is because you are a millionaire, you're happily married and you have a body like a a god) when I say Valentine's day is an excuse to listen to Adele whilst lying face down and crying at your several cats, only to realise by their angry shivers that your love is not reciprocated. Even inanimate objects awkwardly avoid eye contact.
Valentine's day creates a massive chasm in the self-esteem of many. It is nothing but a cosmic bitch-slap of a day, forcing many people to abuse the ability to eat and leaving many of us with stomachs the size of the world of loneliness in our hearts. My advice to all you singletons out there? Watch the Notebook, whilst listening to Joni Mitchell and reading Sylvia Plath. That is a killer combination.
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