The Break-up Brew, A Recipe:

Take an unhealthy dose of poisonous self-loathing, cut with a thimbleful of ire. Mix in regret, and let it sit for a while until it turns into obsession. Cut with disdain and contempt. Add alternate dashes of sweet carefree fuck it all and bitter misery. Garnish, if you wish, with a marijuana leaf. Serve over his cold shoulder.

While under the influence, do not attempt to operate Facebook, Twitter, or your cellphone. Possible side effects are saying hello to strangers, loss of appetite, inability to sleep, and surprise crying jags.

It’s a potent cocktail, but you made it, so drink it down.


4 thoughts on “NFSCDHBWFWC:

  1. Nikki says:

    Petra. I thought of you the other day and had the urge to do a routine facebook stalk. You were gone. Found my way back to your livejournal. I trust this is a bad time. I’m sorry. I’m grieving with you, across the miles, oceans, space, breadth of breath.

    This poem. This. 😦

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