You Just Have To Get Used To It

by MyMotionCityRomance

Sequel to "It's Hard To Believe That You're A Part of Me." This is an edit from the author waaaay later, but if you happen to get to the last chapter and desire more, it's all on Mibba still. Of course, you'd have to get an account, but the format is way prettier and it continues the story. Importing chapters from here to there is incredibly time-consuming.

1. Chapter 1

You Just Have To Get Used To It

We Are Exactly As Before

Justin's POV

Day twenty-seven without somehow destroying my apartment. I haven't seen sunlight in days, and I can't remember anything about anything but Liz. Goddamnit, Liz. I don't know why she always has to bother me throughout my even more heavy drinking periods. She's the one constant thought on my mind, because everything else just seems to slip away with all my pessimism and forgetfulness.

The Saturday when I came back from the Triple Rock has been replaying in my mind. Why didn't I say something to her to make her stay here? I could've fixed everything, But she didn't say a word to me. She simply carried her things and walked out, like everyone else seems to.

But I know that she was right to take off before she was consumed.

I look at the main menu for "Stranger Than Paradise," my favorite movie of all time. It always seems to make me feel a little better than usual, but right now, I just needed an escape. How do you pick up the pieces of your life when it was already destroyed in the first place?

And here I thought, there is no way things can go bad. How wrong I was.

"Here, let me tell you a joke, all right? There's three guys, and they're walking down the street. One guy says to the other one, 'Hey, your shoes untied.' He says, 'I know that.' And they walk... No... There's two guys, they're walking down the street, and one of them says to the other one, 'Your shoes untied.' And the other guy says, 'I know that.' And they walk a couple blocks further, and they see a third friend, and he comes up and says, 'Your shoes untied.' 'Your shoes un -' Aaah, I can't remember this joke. But its good."

I laugh at the stupidity of the joke, and take five or so pills from the bottle on the floor. Damn child lock, it pisses me off every damn time. I wonder what I'll do tomorrow...I take a swig from my bottle of whiskey and take a sip of my Diet Coke. Perfect combination of two addicting fluids.

"What would you think of me now, Liz? You bitch! And where the hell are any of you assholes? Josh? Matt? Jesse? Tony? What the fuck are you all doing right now? Oh right. I haven't talked to either of you since February, have I?" I drunkenly laugh at the plain walls of my apartment.

I am afraid, I'm alone, and entirely useless, in this apartment.