You know that feeling when you're just scrolling, totally zoned out, and then you hit something from, like, a decade ago? I mean, not even, whatever. It happened last night. I was just trying to delete old photos to clear up space, and then I ended up in my Facebook archives. Remember those days? When everyone just posted everything, all the time? Anyway. I scrolled way, way back. To like, high school. And then I saw it. It was this status update, right? From when I was, what, fifteen? Sixteen? And it was… a song lyric. About heartbreak. And it was SO dramatic. Like, capital letters, exclamation points, the whole nine yards. Something about, "MY HEART IS SHATTERED INTO A MILLION PIECES!" or something equally ridiculous. And I just stared at it. For a long time. It was so intense, you know? Like, the kind of intensity only a teenager can really pull off. The kind that makes you want to curl up and just disappear. The thing is, at the time, it felt so real. The world was ending, totally. That boy, Mark from algebra? He didn't text me back for three hours, and it was OVER. My entire future, just… gone. And I remember lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking that no one had ever felt pain like this before. Like I was the first person in the history of the universe to experience this specific, exquisite agony. And I just needed everyone to know. Now, looking at it, from my apartment, with my grown-up job and my grown-up bills and my grown-up commute… it’s just. A lyric. A really, REALLY dramatic lyric. And I felt this weird sensation. Like, a physical release. Not even like I was laughing at myself, more like… observing a phenomenon. Like, "Ah, yes, the teenage heartbreak phase. Characterized by excessive capitalization and a complete lack of emotional regulation." It was almost clinical, the way I saw it. But then, underneath that, there was this other feeling. Like, a ghost of it. The *memory* of that feeling. And it was a little bit sad, honestly. Because even though it was so over the top, there was a purity to it, you know? That feeling of everything being so important, so immediate. Now, everything feels… managed. Everything is a strategy. A plan. And part of me just misses that raw, unfiltered, "MY HEART IS SHATTERED" kind of emotional output. I mean, I wouldn't go back, god no. But still. It’s a thing.