No thanks to you.
I've sucessfully reconstructed that silly fractured organ (see: heart) into a piece of conceptual art. Picking myself up by my own bootstraps is the only way to do it and, left with few other options, I feel like I've done pretty damned well.
My friends are amazing. All I need. Getting blazed on Easter afternoon with Lissa and Loos was totally irresponsible of me, but a needed act. It's silly how significant a person who's chosen to excuse themselves from your lifesphere can be, mostly in terms of making you feel like absolute shit. Oh, well. This was a long time coming...
The lovelife is having a little bit of a recovery lie-down. Thank. God.