I am a fucking moron

Ok, people, a little tip: text messaging is a gift from God. It is endlessly convenient and useful. What it is not, however, is an appropriate venue for clearing up relationship ambiguities. Not at all.
I proved this in a big way last night, when I attempted to clarify some relationshit (sic...sorry) by means of MOTHERFUCKING TEXT MESSAGES. I mean seriously, WHO DOES THAT? The results of this attempt were completely predictable, I suppose, but nonetheless depressing.

So it's official, then: No one will ever love me again. In fact, even that "again" shit needs to be taken pretty loosely. Time to get tanked.