you are alright, life goes on without speaking to him.
you dress up in a really unique dress, do your makeup really cute and pre-game with your friends in the dorm.
you go out to a huge fantastic dance party where you make lots of new friends and have many drunken heart to hearts with them, spilling about your situation.
everyone you talk to really sympathizes or empathizes with you, and you feel so much less alone.
you miss him and try to call a few times, but of course you don't have any success because he is still so stubborn. you drink more and more and more and drunk dial his roommate and best friend, neither of whom seem really annoyed since they are rational people and understand your pain/frustration.
you're so thankful to be surrounded with people who care, and you feel better about yourself as a person.
alas you are still internally conflicted, as you are still unsure of what caused the abrupt cease in communication. also due to the fact that your last conversation with him was so positive, you cling to the fact that you miss him and love him.

Day 8

It's been 8 days since he's spoken to you. You try hard not to think about it but secretly it still consumes you. You drink, a lot, and miss classes to stay in and cry.
You sleep, and sleep, and sleep.
It's tough to explain, but all you really feel is sadness right now.
You miss him terribly.

taking a stand:

You text: "I'm done. I can't do this anymore. You have no idea how badly I wanted things to be different this time."

This isn't the first time he's been a complete ass, but you thought he had grown up a bit. Apparently you were wrong.

bits of advice from a trusted friend:

well, today, put on a few sad songs and try to start a new relationship with ben and jerry.
and tomorrow....start to come out of the wallowing and make a list of all the fabulous things in your life BESIDES him and then....eventually....time will be flying by, and you'll realize the scars have faded

square one.

picture this:
you wake up one morning to find out that the love of your life is no longer speaking to you.
the man who you have loved for several years has cut off all communication with you, without giving you any advance notice.
up until this point you had assumed everything was great, as he gave you no reason to think otherwise. you have no idea what you did to cause this, or if this was even your fault, but of course you feel that must be the case, as you assume the victim position in this situation.
you try calling and calling and calling and send hundreds of unanswered text messages, even after coming to the realization that there is a a 99.999% chance that he will not respond.
your friends tell you that you should be angry because you don't deserve to be treated this way, and you know that they are correct, but deep down all you really want is to hear his voice again.
you feel like a fool and begin to think that the last several months have been a lie, because something is obviously quite wrong.
you try many various coping methods, but still miss him terribly and want to hold him in your arms and kiss him and tell him how much he means to you.
you don't care that he's being an insensitive ass, because you love him and you just want things to go back to the way they were.
this has been my life for the past five days, and this blog will be dedicated to documenting the days following this crisis.