My friend is currently in our bathroom throwing up and crying while my roommates are taking care of her. This is a vast improvement over fifteen minutes ago, where she refused to leave the freezing stairwell.
She just came back from a semester abroad. She is depressed because she left behind a boyfriend in Copenhagen.
I could say I relate, because I was in the exact same situation several months ago. There were two weeks at the beginning of the semester where I could barely function school-wise because I was too depressed.
Weirdly, though, I don't relate. Out of all things, I have gotten over the boy. It took forever, but I don't feel anything for him anymore.
I'm not going to lie. It's pathetic. How would Mr. Love-of-your-life in Europe even feel about you if he knew that your friends were having to drag you up the stairs while you drunkenly scream out his name? Even I was never at the point where I was acting like this.
How did I get over it? I continued making a life for myself when I got back to the US. I went out with my friends, I brought up my grades, and I found a new guy that I liked a lot. I occasionally talked to my ex online, but after a while, I found that I really had nothing more to say to him.
Being in love changes you. It's a sick obsession, and while it's fun, the after-effects are a bitch. That's what I liked about my last boyfriend. He was a great guy and I loved spending time with him, but there was no obsession. I was still myself around him, which made the relationship better for both of us.