We went way too fast. He moved in after a few weeks at my invitation. Less than a week later I told him to move out. Now I'm lonely and feeling rather depressed. The catch is that I never really liked this guy much. I already knew that before we hooked up. But I had forgotten. In my deep depression I was vulnerable. He called me when I was at a tremendously low point (I was in the mental hospital at the time.) and I let him back into my life. It was so stressful being with him. Now that he's gone, I feel really lonely and wished I had handled things differently. We're not on speaking terms. The relationship would never have worked anyway. Given that he had aggravated me to no end and the relationship would never have worked, why do I feel regretful and lonely?

I know I've left out a lot of details. I just needed to get this out of my system. Ever since being in the hospital seven weeks ago, I've been having to adjust to something big and new each week. The boyfriend added to my troubles more than he helped me. I'm so tired and frazzled.

My heart goes out to everyone else out there who are also feeling lonely on this Friday night.