I know it happened quite some time back, but it still feels like being kicked in the gut every time i think about it. I've never really spoken about it because i didn't think anybody would really be interested. So clarence, thank you very much for listening and for saying all the things you did. =) 

Spent most if not the whole of today moping around at home, thinking depressing (but not suicidal) thoughts. Managed to cram in a few hours of studying in between and then i went back to being moody and stuff. Seriously, i cannot stay at home alone and be happy. How sad is that? But the stupid thing is, i love being alone at home because it's so nice and quiet. Sometimes i think i don't even know what i want or like.