I slammed the door in disgust and flopped down on my bed. Why? Why Why Why does this always happen to me? Am I unattractive? Is my personality so horrible that no one can love me? What went wrong? I turned my head and spied a picture of us on my nightstand. In a fit of rage I reached out and grabbed it, then twisted over and sent it sailing across the room.
“What kind of asshole breaks up by text after 4 months!” I screamed as the frame crashed into the far wall. Then rolling back over I buried my head in my pillow and screamed at the top of my lungs. My muffled protest against my unfortunate life hopefully being less noticed by nosey neighbors this way. Not that it likely mattered much after my previous outburst.
After a few more minutes of protest I started to gather myself. Life must go on I figured, whether with someone or alone. The day over now and with darkness already here it was time to unwind, and I was admittedly very wound up still. To make matters worse I had a terrible knot in my shoulders which was making them ache like crazy.