It’s a funny thing – after a long, serious relationship the best thing you can do is sport, learning, writing, reading, going out etc. But the only thing you do is lying in your bed, unable to sleep and just starring at some stupid point in the ceiling, possibly listening to some depressive music. So you feel bad, flabby, gloomy, nerveless, mopish etc. And that’s how depression works. I hope it’ll change soon.
PS. It’s a good thing that I’ve got out of bed to write this, still something 😀