I think it would be heartbreaking. You know you're cooked so you're not longer normal bread, but you also can't ever become toast. You are at a stage in your life when you can't go back to who you used to be and you can never become who you want to be. The only reminder you have is the half cup of now spoiled milk of the breakfast you should have been a part of it. You're too scared to throw out the scars and too attached to stop wishing things could be different. Overall, you just feel ruined.