smoking a bag full of memories over the flame of your past you get high on a girl you no longer love but can’t stop thinking about and there’s nothing you can do to change the way it went down, only imagine what could’ve been if you’d done things a bit differently which somehow hurts more yet makes you chuckle on the inside and now’s she’s out there with other people, in other places, doing other things that don’t involve you while you sulk in the corner with the useless bottle, the useless tears and the useless fantasies that you’ve never lived in. I say relax kid, if you look back on the entirety of yourself, you’ve made it through drug overdoses, car crashes, untruthful rumors, utter loneliness, suicide attempts and the impeccable timing of bad luck I’m fairly certain you’ll make it through this too, it’s only heartbreak.