So your
basic situation is that you're feeling unrequited love toward someone who will never reciprocate, and who has indeed found other people who can emotionally (at minimum) fulfill them.
Been there.
I can tell you that it will get worse. There will be days where you feel like nothing will ever work out, nothing will be okay, days where you have this
misery and you can't tell where it's coming from, and you can't fix it. You don't want to die, but you
do want to not live, and so the thing you desire more than anything else is sleep -- coma. Shakespeare, in Macbeth, had a character refer to sleep as "death's counterfeit", and you will find that name quite fitting, that concept quite desirable. But you can't sleep. You have to be awake.
And there'll be the days where you just feel totally numb. Nothing can give you even the petty, cheerful, everyday happiness that people feel when winning a game or helping someone -- let alone that thing we all seek: happiness as a lasting, fulfilling emotional state. You feel bored, washed out, apathetic, gloomy, grey, dull, dead -- a corpse with a heartbeat. You don't want to do anything, nothing gives you enjoyment -- hell, even your appetite is probably nuked. You'll have moments where you just lie there, doing nothing... Maybe when the action lulls in a video game or something, you just lie there, staring, not even moving. You don't want to move, you don't want to be awake then, but you
are.And there'll be the days where you actually feel okay... Except that even though you don't feel that
misery, you experience it. You know it's there -- you're seeing something invisible, hearing something inaudible, touching something intangible. You know it's waiting in the back of your brain, in the dark recesses where the light never dares to explore, lingering,
waiting. You know it's there, and you know that no matter how much you do, how far you go, how long you wait,
it. will. never. leave.And your own cognition and perception of it all will fluctuate, too. There will be moments when you feel like you have no reason to be miserable -- for the person you love has found the person she loves, has found true happiness, and her mind is surely more important than yours, more precious than yours... All you want is for her to be happy, and she is, so what reason have you to be miserable? And yet you are... And then there are moments when you blame yourself: it was
your incompetence,
your worthlessness,
your uselessness,
your failure,
your fault... And then there are moments when you see things for what they are: you need reciprocation, you need her to feel toward you what you feel toward her, but at the same time you know that
it will never happen.There's no pattern to it. No rhyme or reason. Your mentality will change, randomly, each shift triggered by unidentifiable factors and alterations to the circumstances of your life. You will cycle and jump throughout these mental states.
What happens after them? What happens when you're done with these symptoms, these mindsets, these mentalities?
I've yet to find out, and I suppose you do, too.
EDIT: Of course, ever since my depression began, I've been a much more melancholy person, even though it ended -- or rather,
was ended by someone -- months ago. So perhaps you may manage to avoid what I have described, even though I endure it every day.
You're in love man. You gotta do everything you can to make it out to California and find this girl. Go. Go now. Don't bother typing a response to this post. Just get up and leave now. You don't need to pack. You've got love, and that's enough. Life's short. Too short to waste it missing out on your soul mate's company. Do it for love. Love conquers all.
You know this chick literally wants to fuck other guys, right?
I wouldn't call that love, bro.
Nonsense! Shun the non-believer!
Shhhhhuunn... shhhuuunn!
I lol'd! And then I wrote my post, and my lolz died in a fire.
None.