What I did for the past two and a half days:
Wake up. Cry. Go back to sleep. Wake up. Sit. Cry. Eat. Watch tv. Cry. Go back to sleep. Wake up. Eat. Sit....
What I had planned to do:
Go out with friends. See Cory. Start calculus homework. Start and finish art project. Meet Nina's Italian lover now that I'm sober.
What's the point of doing anything when you can't share it with the man you love?
But, I thought that I did have true friends, but, ultimately they all bailed, even the ones that had said they'd always be there, they just stopped talking to me and didn't even give me a reason why.
But, when it comes down to it, you gotta do things because YOU want to do them, not just because he was there doing them with you, or because he wanted to.
You gotta be happy alone before you can be happy with someone else.