You're on your bed

>you're on your bed
>it's summer in a suburban neighborhood
>your girlfriend just left you
>you know you gotta move on now

>you're in your car
>it's night on a long winding road
>she never came back
>you never moved on

>new years eve
>your on the way to your buddies house
>you're already kinda drunk
>looking forward to the next year but also somewhat nostalgic for the last one

forgot pic

>you go back to school
>you start doing better for yourself
>you see her riding your bike
>your getting older

>you go back home
>scroll through your social media feed
>realize it's all futile bullshit
>look back at relationships and how meaningful they rly were
>cry
>contemplate suicide

>everything reminds you of her
>everyone is her in the distance
>everything reminds you painfully

>you're sitting on your porch
>2 AM, summer night
>2 months after bad breakup
>still haven't moved on
>proceed to dwell over the past

>you woke up at 11am on a saturday but haven't gotten out of bed in 3 hours
>the room is lit by sunlight through the closed blinds
>lay in bed imagining scenarios from the past, but with better outcomes
>finally get up and take some drugs

>it starts to rain
>go out onto the porch and watch