You get a new tattoo, get a new piercing, or dye your hair a different color. You try to change yourself into a different person, one you like better.
You text your exes. You lower your standards because you would rather talk to someone, anyone, than be alone.
You snap at everyone. You get into stupid fights. You cause pointless drama. You let your temper get the best of you.
You start ripping yourself to pieces. You think about all the reasons why you’re alone and why no one will ever love you.
You watch sappy, romantic movies. You listen to mushy, gooey love songs. You live vicariously through characters.
You read through old text messages and scroll through old photographs. You torture yourself with your past because you miss certain things.
You post nonstop on social media, acting like you’re in a productive, good place. You fool everyone else because you could never fool yourself.
You eat too much, drink too much, smoke too much, sleep too much.
You hook up with random strangers. You allow anyone into your bed so you don’t have to sleep alone.
You dive headfirst into your work. You become obsessed with getting ahead at your job because you feel like it’s the only thing you have to live for.
You upload whiny statuses about how you’re never going to find love. You try getting validation from strangers on the internet.
You scroll through social media. You look at how happy everyone else seems, which only makes you more miserable.