And now. Life is a bit shit.

Our apartment has been let.
We were given ten days to move out.
And I felt like vomiting.
Suddenly, reality hit home.
I have broken up with my boyfriend, and my main support in life, and I now have to find some strangers to move in with when I'm at my lowest point.
All I really want to do is curl up in a little ball and wait until it's all over and somebody else has dealt with it.
But, no. This is what I wanted. There's no way to back out, and there's no way anybody else is going to help me. I've gotta make it on my own. Or end up homeless.
It's amazing what a week will do.
This here week has almost broken me. I'm so far down in the dumps I may as well get comfortable.
I'm not sure what to do next. It feels like everything's spiralling into the crap, and I need a good slap in the face to get back on track.
But I guess there's no one else to do that for me anymore. Can I do it for myself?