After high school, we went in different directions.
She gets into Harvard.
I get high.
She gets a law degree.
I get drunk.
She gets a job.
I get a tattoo.
She gets a husband and 1.5 kids.
I get something to smoke tonight.
She gets a white picket fence.
I get evicted.
She gets rich.
I get an STD.
I guess it didn't matter who got what in the end.
She was the one who killed herself.