I know everyone thinks it's just the breakup, but it's really not. It's also my misery in grad school. I've gone from the top of the heap to feeling like a fraud and a failure. I've gone from loving what I do to barely doing enough to get by. It's also the fact that lately friends are abandoning me right and left. It's the fact that I try as hard as I can to be a good person and not only does no one appreciate it, no one even seems to notice.
I made it through high school by telling myself that I would get out and things would get better. Now I find myself in my twenties -- which are just like your teen years, only with higher stakes -- and I can no longer convince myself of that.
I just want to grab the cats and some ice cream and lock myself in my apartment.