Only one answer

You sit up and take another swig of the rum, then thumb through your library till you find some appropriately mournful material for this particular flavor of lousy mood. It's hard not to feel stupid right now, over how totally you devoted yourself to this friendship they don't even want anymore.

And where did it get you? In a couple months you're going to move to college, where you'll know no one, and you'll have to make all new friends anyway. You could practically author a book about how not to do things: So You Wanna Die Alone!

You sit there nipping from the bottle of rum and growing steadily more dispirited that even after two full playthroughs of Jar of Flies, still nobody has shown up to hang out with you. You scroll through your library looking for something else to listen to, and eventually start an autoplay station that seems suitably dismal. Once that's going it's a logical next step to curl up on the jetty and bawl a little about all of it.