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My Letter to Valentine's Day...

Hi Guys,

This week I am going to be writing a letter to Valentine's Day! I don't really think it needs much of an introduction, so let's get straight into it!

Dear Vaentine's Day,

Hello! It's me, your old friend, Runnerella. I thought this year I'd write a letter to you: just to vent my frustrations. Please don't be offended because everything I say is very much true!

You are entirely commercial. You are a holiday purely founded on the fact that sales have dropped in Clintons and they need the extra money. And we're using the word 'holiday' very loosely here. You go in the same category as Halloween. The non-holidays. The Nolidays, if you will! 

Like Halloween, you're fun in principal,Get dressed up, get chocolate and have a good night. But then you dive deeper and realise how weird it is. Am I not allowed to tell someone that I love them every day of the year? What's so special about February 14th?

I, for one, would like someone to love me all year round! *Obviously I have my wonderful friends and amazing family, but a valentine is different.* All I ask is for someone who is willing to walk home with me on a dark night (I scare easy, okay!?!) Also buy me chocolate, chocolate is good!

But I have lost my point. Valentine's Day: I hate you.And it is not because I'm bitter, I am very much loved; I do not need a valentine to validate me. It's that you are completely irrelevant! Next year, can we promise to leave February alone, and get on with the month without the romantic interlude in the middle? 

And that was it! I hope you enjoyed it! Please follow me on Google + because I'm trying to read 160 followers by March. Have a good Valntine's Day: I hope you like it more than I do!

Thanks for Reading


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