Shit I hate . . . . basically being broken up with via text message.
Shit I hate . . . . . . the "it's not you it's me" line. Yes my family is crazy, but who's isn't?
Shit I hate . . . . knowing I'll probably never sleep next to him again. Even if he did snore.
Shit I hate . . . . . having to explain what happened, even when I have no idea what the fuck just happened.
Shit I hate . . . . . losing my best friend. That "we can still be friends" shit isn't gonna cut it. I've seen what's on the "girlfriend" side of the fence. I want that. I was put in the friend zone. WTF?
Shit I hate . . . . . the whiny blog thing I'm doing right now. But like any woman I must whine and cry and nag. At least until I've had enough beer that I can look at the bright side and right now there is no bright side.