We've all been there, in the throes of a breakup so bad you fear you'll end up dying alone or in jail: Crying so hard your eyes are chapped and red, throat sore and aching from sobbing, hair matted from days without a shower and nails chewed to the quick. Your friends are tired of hearing you rehash every minute of the relationship in an effort to locate the precise moment where it all went wrong, the pizza guy is trying to escape from the doorway as you tell him about your carefully-concocted
