<human>: Hey, guys. I'm a 17 year old male in highschool and about three months ago, a girl that I have been in love with since freshman year broke up with me. Yeah, this is just the same old kind of teenager post that this subreddit gets daily, but I just don't know where else to go. We had been a couple for about 5 months until she ended it, and when I tell you I'm nowhere near as close to getting over her as I should be, I'm pretty much serious. 

Here's the thing, I am NOT now was I ever "obsessed" with her in any way. She had all the space in the world and I was never clingy. The thing is, she was just the only person in my life who genuinely made me happy, and I felt purposeless without someone like her. Every time I think about her now,I end up hating myself due to the fact that I feel like an enormous creep. I mean, Jesus, I was only a part of her life in a serious manner for barely half of a year. Yet I still think about her at least once a day. It took her barely a month and a half to get over me, yet here I am still shedding the occasional tear in the middle of the night when I think about all the shit we went through together.

Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?
<bot>: Hormonal teenager is taking way too damn long getting over his first real love, and it's really starting to worry him.