I hate to cry.
The snot comes forward, the face gets full, suffocation begins and splotchy-ness ensues. Noses are blown, boxes of tissue are emptied, and pillows are soaked through with the tears of hurt/anger/frustration/loneliness… the worst one is the loneliness.
I hope you’re sitting down, because I am about to tell you something that will shock you to the core:
I don’t have very many friends.
Are you still there? Everything ok? Good, let’s get back to me. I have a personality so fabulous that Shana the Beautiful calls it “the full monty” when it reaches its peak of awesomeness.
Ana Banana is moving away, and now I can’t stop crying.