So four and a half months ago, I planned out an elaborate marriage proposal to my girlfriend for our upcoming anniversary. I had a hotel room reserved and a friend prepared to photograph everything. One week before our anniversary, she broke up with me. I've been trying to move on with my life, find interest in someone else, but in the months since then, I've been broken and defeated. Some days are better than others, but most days the pain of living day to day life without her is unbearable. She, on the other hand, has moved on with her life. She's in a new relationship with one of her old friends, and I chat with her every now and then, but it takes every fiber of my being to pretend like I can still be her friend; to not tell her that it's tearing me apart on the inside to see someone else make her happy... Happier than I made her... And I know it's selfish, but I miss her, more than I've ever missed anyone or anything in my life, and I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to be happy without her. Everyone always says, "oh give it time, you'll get over it," but even though it's almost been half a year, I'm still not over her. I don't really know why I'm posting this, other than a desperate cry for attention/consolation.
tl/dr: I'm depressed, and apparently a whiny bitch