Maybe a bit... {dramatic}

Sometimes you turn down an offer to go to your favorite place in the world for the weekend.

So,
You try to be positive
But you end up running to your room often to cry.
You try to distract yourself with reading
But your eyes hurt from all the crying
Cleaning only makes you feel worse because you realized that's what you traded your weekend for.
The possibility of MAYBE doing something with other friends doesn't sound nearly as appealing anymore.
You try your darndest to overcome the jealousy, the anger, and the frustration and find happiness, all you've found so far is a headache.

St. George you have my heart, and somehow I turned you away this weekend, and now...I will pay for that choice with a broken heart.