Note on my broken heart

It does not help my broken heart, or my bitterness, when my roommate has her boyfriend over all the time. It used to be me and mine cooking in the kitchen, watching tv and hanging out and now I'm alone. And I have to just be alone and hear them hanging out, cooking, and talking. It hurts.

I have so many good things in my life, I should be happy. But, I'm having a hard time finding the happy.