Well I can sympathize with you at least a little. I've just broken up with my girlfriend of over a year. I loved her very much. Well...I still do...but that's another story.
We are no longer speaking, so it's like going from the most tender moments of your life to nothing. It's hard.
But I've found ways to deal with it.
Hang out with as many of your friends as you can. Talk to girls. (You don't have to pick them up...just meet them...get to know a few)...focus on school...
I know my situatuion is not as horrific as yours...but you to know, that people do share in your pain and someone does understand the hurt you feel.
I hope you feel better soon, and can continue to live your life the way you want. Just focus on you a bit, and make sure you are ok first...I'm sure that's what she'd want (for you to be ok). Hang in there.
I'm sorry to hear that Sideburns. You've been good to me on these forums, and I wish you the best.
I've been talking to new people lately, girls, just cause they are easier for me to talk to than guys about this stuff. But no matter how hard I try, when I talk to them, I hear Naomi. When I see them, I see Naomi. And I feel like everyone in my life will be compared to her now, and that's not fair to me, to Naomi, or to the people I meet.
I'm trying to be okay, because yeah, that is what she would have wanted. But it's not working out so well. I went to the doctor's a few days ago for chest pain and I guess my emotional stress is taking a toll on my body in multiple ways: costrochondritis (swelling of cartilage in ribcage), insomnia, migraines, lowered immunity (which is why I've been perpetually sick since it happened). And apparently if I keep up with the emotional state I am in (which is mostly just bottling everything up because I don't know how else to handle it), I'm on a fast path to depression, drug abuse, and relationship problems for my entire life. I don't know, it's just, when a doctor I've never had before comes in, examines me, and interrogates me for an hour and then tells me that I need psychiatric help to keep my life from falling apart forever, it's pretty hard to handle. And on top of that, I have school to worry about, and my parents just don't understand what's going on in my life because, well, it's my fault they don't. I just can't talk to them about stuff, for lots of reasons I guess, no good ones really though. Ah, photography is the only thing keeping me going. Just because I like taking pictures.