He showed me a meme. It said, “Having a female best friend is like having a pet chicken. Sooner or later, when you’re really, really hungry, well, you’re going to eat it.” I laughed. It seemed really funny at the time. Now, not so much. Because … before you eat chicken … you have to cook it. And before you cook it … you have to kill it. I know I’ll be fine eventually. But right now, I’m dead inside, and probably will be for a while. Just a little while. And then this shit shall pass. Because it always does.

I’m a mess ♫ Ed Sheeran ♫