WILL THIS WEEK NEVER END?

Why is it so hard? I'm overemotional, with a body exhausted from alcohol, crying and lack of sleep. People kept pouring drinks into me last night to take my mind of things. It worked for a while, it actually did. Talked and laughed and danced silly dances. But things have a tendency to creep up on you, and there I was, crying my eyes out with my mascara getting all over Henrik's expensive jacket. I love that guy, need to have him in my life.
And then you showed up, pale and quiet. And I cried because I just wanted everything to be alright but knew that nothing was ok. And I talked and talked and you looked like you were going to faint. Or vomit. And then you left, and i slept with an empty head.

Now im hungover, still crying, not really talking, missing Henrik already, refusing to leave the bed, refusing to acknowledge this day. i wish i could just snap my fingers and make everything alright, but im not that talented. All I am is a pile of anxious feelings.
I need to sleep.