As I sit here trying to brainstorm an enticing one-liner for my fellow readers, I realized that that's not why I wanted to write this. I'm not writing this to floor you with my introduction paragraphs that my teachers drilled into my brain, and I'm not writing this for shits and giggles, either. I'm writing this because breaking up fucking sucks. It hurts. And I feel like people always make a huge hype about falling in love, but they never bother to tell you that you're going to have to fall out of love, too.

I'm not a professional at this. Hell, I'm a young adult still. But I think I've grown through my experiences and picked up on some things that have definitely been beneficial to me and could be to you.

So let's begin. He/she texts you (because let's be honest, our generation is too inconsiderate to do it in person), and they say your relationship is over. Maybe they're going away to college and think the distance will be too hard. Maybe a previous fight was their last straw. Maybe they found someone else. Whatever it may be, it's over, and you're going to feel it.

Your face is going to get hot. Your heart is going to pound. Tears are going to start welling in your eyes faster than you ever thought possible. You'll be frazzled and be at a loss for words. All of this is going to happen simultaneously and immediately. What you have to do is ride it out. Let your body do what it wants to do, and I mean it. If you feel like you need to let out a wail, do it. If you feel the hyperventilating coming on, do it. Hell, if you get weak, throw yourself on the floor and let it out. I firmly believe that the most important thing about moving on is letting out your emotions without any hindering. Cry. Scream. Break something. Let it out.

The breakdown will mellow itself out in time, and when it does, call whomever comes to mind. It'd be best if it was someone that you could see fairly soon that same day. Having someone there with you while you're experiencing these harsh, intense emotions makes it easier to cope with. It doesn't matter what you guys do together; it's their presence that makes a difference in you. It's their support that holds you together. It's their negative comments about your now-ex boyfriend/girlfriend ("Fuck that guy." "What a dick."), that gives you a different attitude towards the situation.

And while they're beside you, listen to sad songs. Have them find the saddest fucking songs, turn the volume all the way up, and bawl your eyes out. Smoke a fat blunt. Go to Taco Bell and get your favorite thing on the menu, and then go to Sonic after 8 o'clock and get a half-priced shake. While you're slurping on that delicious shake, talk about how you're feeling. Start laughing at some shit that isn't that funny. Ding dong ditch people. Drive around your dinky old town at night and look at how it suddenly becomes beautiful. Pretty soon, it's going to be 1am, and you'll realize that you tackled your first day at being single. And you did great.

Do this as often as possible. Do this until you believe 100% that you don't need this "therapy" anymore. But there will be days that you will have to cope on your own. You'll have to find your own rhythm, your own coping skills. I've found that investing yourself in other things helps. Drinking large amounts of coffee helps. Tipping back some whiskey and having a smoke (cigarettes and weed are both totally plausible) definitely helps. While you're figuring your rhythm out, don't look at his/her Facebook profile. It's super duper flooper tempting, but don't do it. Don't look at any of their social media. Don't text them. Don't dwell on your old messages where the "I love yous" and the "You're beautifuls" hide. Delete anything that has to do with him as soon as you are able to. To be able to move forward, you can't be looking back.

Some days, you'll want to look back and remember. You'll want to remember the days cuddling on the couch watching Jimmy Neutron because Netflix wasn't on fleek that day. You'll want to look at his old Snapchat pictures that you screenshotted and remember the stupid conversation you were having about beards and 'staches. Songs are going to come on the radio, and you'll remember them sitting next to you singing along. TV shows that you two used to watch together will be on the daily programming of Adult Swim, and you won't be able to watch it without wishing they were sitting next to you again. You'll wish you could kiss them again and feel how their arms felt when they were wrapped around your waist. You'll think about how comfortable their bed was, and how your bodies nestled into each other so perfectly and effortlessly. Yeah...you'll want to remember.

But this is why breaking up sucks so fucking bad. You won't want to let go, and honestly, it'll take you awhile before you actually do. You won't want to forget all of the good times. What eased my heart was coming to realize that I didn't have to forget all of the memories we had, but I had to stop purposely remembering them. Breaking up is a part of the circle of life. It isn't the end of the world, although it sure feels like it. Sure, this chapter of your life has closed, but that just means that another one is opening. More adventures are to be had, more first kisses are to be shared, and most importantly, more happiness is out there for you to experience.

I'm very sorry that your heart is hurting, and I'm very sorry that they did not see your worth. Fuck that dick, and fuck that bitch. Smoke some of God's plants, go to Sonic, and get yourself a half-priced shake. I suggest the dark chocolate.