standing in the shower, one month after my ex had broken up with me. the water was pouring down, and i realized that this was the only time i could cry, now. (i had been crying at least twice every day, sometimes even during class.) everyone else expected me to be moved-on by that point. so i cried. i cried because everyone had stopped wanting to help me, i cried because i couldn’t help myself, i cried because the only person in the entire world that i had ever trusted enough to help me was gone, forever, and would never come back.
yeah, that’s probably when i felt most alone.
EDIT:
wow, can’t believe i forgot this. definitely when a huge rumor went around my middle school that i was in a relationship with a teacher. i literally had no friends, spent most of my time crying in my room, never had a partner when we picked them in class. i’d say the best part was when i walked into my homeroom and literally every single conversation stopped because they were all about me. aaand nothing i could do could convince anyone of the truth. to this day, people still talk about it. (i’m in college now!)