It’s been a hard week. You really didn’t expect to just get dumped like that. From your perspective, everything was fine! Why did they have to come and say what they said? Don’t they love you?

You’re lying in your bed, buried under the covers, where you’ve been for the past six hours. The lights are off and the curtains are drawn. You’re watching some stupid show on your phone, but in reality, you’re just praying they’ll text you.

There’s a knock at the door and you groan, annoyed. “Go away!” Despite your protests, the door opens anyway—revealing not your mom, but your friend Larry Johnson. “Dude? Hey, man. You can’t stay in here all day.”