So, about a year ago, I had just gotten out of a relationship with a girl I'd been seeing for around six months. I was also living on my own in an apartment, I was twenty-one. I spent a lot of my time working. I really fucking cherished my weekends, where I was able to do what I wanted...which was usually nothing except drink a lot of alcohol, smoke a little weed and watch a lot of sports. Fantastic weekend.However, this...