Day One After Failed Attempt Number 2

I’m gonna go into the city and try and shop to make myself feel better.
I’m meeting up with my girlfriend who knows how shit I feel, have an in-depth talk. Gonna tell her my feelings for this other girl because she deserves to know and I’m going to burn the letters I wrote to people.
See, now I “failed” twice. Or is it my God telling me that things will get better. I like to think it’s God.