This is what I do:

I fall hard for someone I can never have and then for like a week yeah, its all yay woohoo and then for the next month or so, it is all about getting over the person just to put myself out of this misery. It is like err, getting wasted. For the time being, it is amazing but then you feel miserable with the alcohol in your system that you just have to put a finger down your throat to get it out just because you know you can’t have anymore fun, you just need to chunder. And as crazy as this whole thing sounds, I am actually letting it get to me. So, to me, I say good luck. No one elses fault but mine. Always letting myself fall for the beauty being the beast. My expectations would be: Beauty and The Beast Part 2 or some shit but in reality: Chundering. To end this on a even sadder note…I’ll pass.