VALENTINE'S DAY (i hate valentine's day)


I have nothing to write today and I saw this old flash drive of mine with a lot of old stories, so I'm going to let you guys read this letter of what happens to me during Valentine's Day:

I don't know why I'm telling you about Valentine's day when it's almost 3 months after February 14. Anyway, I have almost no stories to tell you guys, so I'll just finish up all of the stories I had in my notepad, so I'll tell you a story that happened in February 14, 2013.

Since February 14, 2011 I've had a bad experience during Valentine's day, and no it's not the typical I have no date, I can't give chocolates to anyone, or any of the romantic stuff (although, I really have no date every Valentine's). During February 14, 2011 I fell on a steep ladder 3x that it almost made want to kill myself. I mean, why suffer from all that pain if I can end it with one move. Although that is the case, I finally stood up and my best friend Jomar at the time said "If Jana is here I'm sure she'll be so happy". Jana is my arch-nemesis who moved to US anyway.

On February 14, 2012 I fell down from a staircase again, and my other arch-nemesis Rian at the time is always talking behind my back, so I always pull her hair which would resulted to me having my  school honors taken away from me. It was terrible.

Finally, the main focus of today February 12, 2013 I've finally realized that I've had enough bad luck every Valentine's day so I decided not to go to school and just enjoy my day. At the time my parents own a computer barn, so I decided to just be the attendant of the day. I was actually very addicted to Defends of the Ancient at the time so I decided to play with one of our customers. At that time I was very gullible and decided to pay for his time (idiotic, right?), so we played. Long story short, I defeated him.

After defeating him, he actually punched me in my seat and knuckled my head. I was angry so I punched him. I told him to leave or I could kill him right there. He left.

That happened 9 in the morning. At 5 in the afternoon, my parents came back from their annual date. They decided to go upstairs and rest. This asshole (his name is Harold btw) came back and threw a rock at me! A ROCK! Not just a pebble but at a rock. He hit my chest and I've had trouble breathing. I told my father about what happened. My father went to the nearest authorities and got Harold to be detained, but somehow luck was on our side and the same monster who stole money from our shop passed right in front of me and reported him to the authorities as well.

That's pretty much what happened.



[edit 10/12/17:I just created a Facebook page, make sure you like it!!!]

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