I think I am cured!
After I turned off my computer last night, I sat there for a bit and thought about what has been said here, especially Vibe's comments, and I realized how completely and utterly stupid I have been. I was depressed over nothing. I was blowing everything out of proportion.
All this time, I realized, I had thought that
she was the one who changed, and while this IS true to an extent, I see now that it was me who changed. I became angry and withdrawn and eventually lost myself in my own misery.
It's kind of disturbing to realize that for the last three months, you have not been yourself at all.
The best part is, though, as I climbed into bed, I suddenly realized that I was happy. I can't explain it; I was happy because now it is finally over. I was being gay, and I have finally seen it. Why the hell would she want to talk to me if all I was going to do was bring up little details and demand explanations for the most mundane things? Why would she want to talk to me if we would both end up feeling worse?
I think the thing that made me snap out of it was the realization that I brought this upon myself. Once I realized that I was being a stupid faggot about everything, it all snapped back into place.
Once I realized that I was happy, I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed until I thought that, rather than going back to normal, I'd finally lost it.
Now I have to initiate damage control. I've been a real drag on all my friends for the last three months and they've put up with a lot of my moaning and whining.
I also need to figure out a way to best approach this girl and try to explain what happened to me, or if that's even a good idea at all. Of course, at this moment, it doesn't matter to me anymore if I actually do talk to her, though... being happy again is a very strange feeling indeed.