Reverie: Plain and Simple, FML

So amongst an argument/almost break-up..which I begged like a fool not to happen, I found out that the 2 1/2 years of my life I spent with her affected me in more ways then I could possibly imagine. For one, I am a social retard. I never used to be this way, and I can't say it was just the drugs. I mean, for 2 1/2 years I never saw anyone. All I had was her, times with her, and I forgot how to have friends. And I forgot how to have proper conversations with non-drug users. I mean with them you can be as vulgar as you want. They're the lowest on the spectrum. With my old friends/new friends, I forget a lot of the time. Anyways, I'll write more on this later. I'm pretty sure I'm just going to go curl into a ball and over analyze myself to sleep.