I'm a mess.

I'm doing really well.
But I'm also a mess.
I don't care if those are two conflicting statements, they are both true.

I'm just back in from a night out, I'm eating a cold McChicken Sandwich, I'm listening to Uh Huh Her, I'm in my pyjamas but I don't recall putting them on.

On the wonderful updater-of-other-people's-lives, also known as Facebook, I discovered that B is 'in a relationship'.
I am a bit gutted.
A lot gutted?

It's okay, you don't need to be mad at me for feeling this way.
I'm mad at myself.