The amount of serotonin you gave me was unholy. I don't know if I've ever felt a love so lonely. I turn off my notifications because I can't bear to hear the tones and the sounds of being alone thinking what if only? Hope that it's you. Pray that it's someone. No, it's nothing new. A tweet or an email probably spam. Ironic the people who write me aren't even on this land. Maybe it's me. Maybe it was you. I don't think it really mattered though. Irreversibly, our time was due. I'm not sure how I'll cope— how I'll survive. Watching your life from the sidelines. I know I will. It's the concept of life. It's just a matter of how. I guess I have no choice but to focus on me now. But that's what you always wanted. Right?