It's like falling
out of love. All those feelings that kept you awake at night and
made your palms sweat and made your head go all fuzzy. It's
like all of those feelings put into that part of your brain that
always told you he was trouble. That part you ignored. But then
It's like that part of you just emptys the contents of itself
into your abist of broken heart and loneliness. That's what
It's like. But would you know? You wouldn't. Because
heartbreak isn't in your vocab. It will be one day. When that
last guy you met at the club, walks out the door, and you realize
what a true mess your life is. You realize that love isn't
life. But life is love's game, and you are the pieces. You will
be switched around and taken out and moved around and it will be
really confusing and really upsetting and really emotionally
unstabilizing. But that's life. Because life is a game, where
nobody wins but nobody ever loses. Because to me, you won. But
you'll lose eventually, and the demise of your demonic
cheating, losing soul, will be my victory.