First things first. Stick Up The Bracket on, give it a minute and a half, then briefly question why the fuck you're moping about like an utter twatbag, feeling sorry for yourself over something that has been and gone. It works. I've been single for little over a year, and you wouldn't believe how happy I've been. In that time I've destroyed minge and visited Amsterdam. Got a holiday for Magaluf sorted for next summer with my mates, and I'll be studying in either Spain, France, Germany or Slovenia in my second semester at Uni. Could you possibly see yourself doing that while in a relationship? I couldn't. Move the cunting hell on pronto. You're 16/17 or whatever, fucking no age to be sliting wrists over a little whore.
You're a good lad Bob, honestly. Heart of gold and you're a blue to top it all off. But just listen to everyone on here telling you to cut all ties and get the twattering hell out there.
This is a blessing in disguise.