Of course, on the night before my first two midterms of the quarter, I would be indulging in my absolute favorite and most effective method of procrastination: looking through your old old Facebook history. Specifically, your old old Facebook history with her. And every time, without fail, there comes a point when I’ve gone so deep into your history with this girl who isn’t me that I find myself drowning in these past conversations and past moments, this whole affectionate past that I don’t exist in and I choke, I can’t breathe, I’m gagging and I’m dizzy and I fall into such a cold, lonely, unhappy state of mind and a little piece of my heart breaks and it feels as if the rest of it is about to burst into pieces.
…why do I do this to myself
