Tied Down To This Bed Of Shame

I met a girl at a party last night, she was sitting on the roof, completely sober waiting for her friend so she could drive her home safely.
She said there were way easier ways to feel loved and to be happy than all of this.That what we were doing was stupid and silly and we all might as well just go home and sleep.

I went home after that, I didn’t get any love. I still feel empty; I wonder what she had meant.