Cachinga.

This week was a combination of getting my period, being sick, and getting dumped (after approximately three weeks of seeing each other) by some jerk via text. Well ok, after a bit of reflection I realize I can't quite consider myself the benchmark of saintliness, having casually dated three other guys while seeing him (oops) and then visiting my ex while I was out of town (double oops), amongst other misdeeds. If anything, I probably win the asshole race by a mile. But amidst the mess, I couldn't stop myself from having the tiniest bit of hope that we would be together. And when I saw what he wrote to me, I ran for the covers, curled up, and cried a little. Oh, hormones.

And he wasn't a jerk. He was just weak of mind, texting a girl supposedly scant in emotion.