Why

I am super drunk.

Because normal human people totally get wobbly and shitfaced off of two half pints of fancy beer.  Okay, one of them was a saison and the other was a stout.
Walking home should not have been so hard.

And now I am text ranting at too many people.

I keep refering to the semi-imaginary one as "my soon to be ex".

Every time I explain anything about why things are not currently good between us, it becomes far too clear that things have never been good.  At least not in the past four years (the few months before that when we had just met were sort of okay, but only if I am being generous).

Why did I fall for someone who has shown such constant disregard for my existence?

Am I that broken?

Well, obviously I am.


FML

Holding shift at the right time is hard, as is hitting i and not o when I want an i.  So much proofing before even I can tell what I was trying to say.

For now, I give up.