My fp - some woman from a class I creepily found and followed on ig, and spoke to online for months. I kept trying to hang out with her despite obvious soft-rejections each time and I got fed up and “called her out.” Of course, I was made to seem like the ass in that situation but hey, it’s because I am. Either way I promised myself this summer I would get help and work on building myself out of the hole I buried myself into shortly after being diagnosed.  Later this year I’m going to view this as a great decision. I’m going to feel good and I’m going to be well. 

But for now, because I don’t have an FP (not that I want one) or really any friends right now (college town in the summer) I feel so hollow, empty and alone - I don’t have fun doing what I normally do to have fun, I mostly just lay in bed eagerly awaiting the semester. What should I do?