That's what perfect means. You're finished.
I know perfectly well that you can't not want anything and live.
I think sometimes to still be angry is appropriate, but you want to be able to live with it.
I suppose you retire from trying. If you retire from trying, you think, "Maybe love will just come my way if I don't want it anymore."
When you're waiting for a bus, the thing to do is smoke a cigarette.
I wouldn't underestimate the power of writing a letter.