Because somewhere deep inside that pink-and-red outfit of yours, you hate Valentine's Day too.
Hey, it's ok...
...to tell the girl in the cubicle next to yours that the two dozen long stemmed roses her Wall street boyfriend sent her will be dead by next week.
...to wear black head to toe. And when someone asks you why, you tell them "it's black like my soul."
...to feel a little slighted that your old boyfriend all but ignored you when you saw him at a party in your hometown last weekend. But, whatever. Doesn't he realize how much better your life is than his? Wait...
...that your valentine's day plans consist of drinking a whole bottle of wine by yourself while eating the chocolates your mom sent, watching "The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" and wondering why you didn't erase all of your past boyfriends.
...to want to roll your eyes when all of your attached friends tell you how much harder it is to be in a relationship than it is to be single.
...to be thankful that your friends care enough to console you, any way they know how.
...that you get tears in your eyes over the card your dad sent you in the mail.
...that your dad is your only valentine.
...that, when it comes down to it, maybe you would rather be single anyway.