Being alone is lonely.

My title seems like a fairly simple concept, but, you know those times when being alone really is wonderful, in fact, just sitting around in your pants listening to music whilst doing seven others things is the best it can ever get. This is not one of those times, it sucks mostly because I just want a friend, most specifically that friend. Yet, for some reason, I have faulted and I'm not wanted anymore. I haven't heard from them in days when we used to be so close.
Is there a point waiting to leave Leicester before committing suicide? Will waiting give me planning time? I don't know, my house is empty tonight, so I suppose now is as good of a time as any. I don't even know. I feel like weeping until someone decides to give a damn. Which is unlikely going to happen soon, or well ever.