What the heck?

Friday night - still broken hearted, still trying not to cry. How did I become this weak creature that can't seem to just move on. I have puzzled it out in my mind, but still in the dark all alone, I cry. All my friends say - his loss, you are better off, what where you thinking, but I can't make myself see him through their eyes. UGH! I go out to a concert, thinking that being around hippies and some friends will cheer me up. I mean all that positive, if not slightly stoned energy, should erase the worst of funks. Why suddenly do I just see couples?