I am still hurting about my ex girlfriend breaking up with me almost 4 months ago. Now she doesn't even want to attempt to be friends. It may be better that way, but its making me feel really bad about myself. Last Tuesday I almost completely gave up. I called in sick and my plan was to go through a 5th of Windsor that day.

Suddenly, I got a call from one of my oldest friends. He was "in between residences" (read homeless) until his new apartment was ready. He surfed my couch most of this week and I finally got him to his new apartment. It was truly amazing that helping him snapped me out of my depression somewhat, but not completely. At least I had someone to share the liquor with...