I just got back, and I felt nice. But as soon as it set in that I was going to bed, I got really depressed. It wasn't that I was sad because the fun was over, because I wanted to go home.
It's just these feelings and negative thoughts in my head. Thoughts that I'm lonely, and wish I had someone to talk to. Someone who can hold me and made me feel safe while I slept. Someone who could ground me when I feel like I'm slipping.
And then I think about my ex, obviously.
I don't know why this always happens. I thought being around people is supposed to help me move on.