I give up at life...for now.
I'm sick, and I've stayed home and moped for a few days, overwhelmed with everything that is the CLUSTERF*** of my life, wondering when and where I will be when I actually hear some good news.
Then, when I think nothing else could happen to me to try and make me quit trying, the BF breaks things off with me. I was at the barn, thank God.
Cue ridiculous blubbering into nearest pony's face. Thank you old man GinGin.
Then I sauntered off to find my own pony. He galloped up to me when I called and just let me cry into his mane. He snuffled me and gave me horse hugs and told me not to be sad.
Horses are the frickn' best.