Pan Is Falling

You never thought you'd have to figure out how to grow up at twenty-five but then again you never pictured yourself setting your boyfriend's PlayStation on fire in the parking lot of your apartment complex. We all make poor choices at some point in time or another and let's be honest here, Jake was a poor choice.
He was handsome and put together, he had a decent job and he paid his half of the bills on time every single month. He was dependable in every single way as long as you didn't depend on him for emotional support.
"Chin up, Emma," He'd tell you with that crooked smile you'd come to see as endearing, "It'll all work itself out in the end."
And it did. It really did work itself out in the end. Just... not in the way he wanted it to or really, in the way you wanted it to.
No, instead, Jake slept with the fat hobbit he worked with and you were arrested for turning into a lunatic because of it.
"She doesn't even shower." You sobbed to your mom on the phone while you explained why she needed to pick you up at the police station.
And that's why you wound up here. In your mother's basement, learning the in's and out's of a social circle twice your age. Drinking tea and not even getting set up with anyone's under achieving son because your mom's already told them all that you're off the market until you stop being bonkers.

But when have you ever really stopped being bonkers?