I’m trying to survive, on a diet of rice crispy treats and marijuana.
I’m not getting very far.
I spent my lunch break at work sobbing in my car.
You know how hard it is for me to cry.
It’s all I do, anymore.
I guess I’m getting by.
Occasionally, my friends will make me smile.
Genuinely smile, like you used to do.
I’m not over you.
Not even slightly.
Maybe one day I will be, but today is not that day.
My mouth tastes like blood and mango Juul pods.
I like to think that you’d still kiss me.
I like to think that you still miss me.
Even though his lips probably taste a lot better than mine do.
Is he meeting your friends?
Do your parents not know, again?
Please don’t answer those questions.
I think I’ve finally lost my mind.
I think I’ve finally done it, this time.
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