I'm sorry to hear that. Might I suggest curling up in bed, hiding from the world and taking with you only a bottle of hootch and maybe a grapefruit. That's what I do when the world gets me down. Also, I find someone I can beat up. Homeless people often let you cut them for money. Not to mention, you don't feel guilty afterwards because they're already dead inside.
I would like to point out that while Ben's comment appears first, it was not there while I was constructing my own sympathetic words. I recognize that there are only so many not helpful cheer-me-ups that one can stand, so I apologize for the extent to which my comment did not cheer you up.
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