isn't it ironic?

One morning you'll wake up and you'll think, 'how did i get here?' you'll inhale a long drag of smoke through your lungs, and before you can exhale, pictures from your life pop into your head. Behind each picture lies a story. the first picture you see will make you smile. The image will remind you of a time when you were happy. Actually happy. the kind of happy that makes you jumble your words, the kind of happy that makes your insides twist, the kind of happy that makes you use the word 'forever.' the next image that pops up shows you your lowest low. the kind of low that makes you pull your hair and scream, the kind of low that never wants to know how long forever is. Then you'll look around you and you won’t know whether to laugh or to cry. And you'll think 'I’ve loved and I’ve hated.' and you'll realize that you wouldn’t have to hate if you never knew love.