Ah, sad and alone – truly the peanut butter and jelly of shitty emotions. We’ve all been there, but unlike all of our own stories about being sad and alone, Lena Dunham’s was published by Vogue.
Back in January, Lena Dunham and Jack Antonoff announced they decided to split a month earlier in December, thus marking the end of their five year relationship. Jack went on to dive head first into a “dumb heteronormative” rumor about hooking up with Lorde, while Lena did what, exactly, we weren’t totally sure. Now we know what she was up to.
Lena writes in the June issue of Vogue that after she and Jack decided to call it quits, she moved out of the loft they shared together for four years and went back to her parents’ place. Lena says she used to love being alone, and that she loves it so much, she faked strep throat at summer camp to skip a trip to a water park and stay behind all alone in the nurse’s office. Lena Dunham lying about something in order to make a situation all about herself? Huh, I never would have thought.
According to Lena, being in a relationship that long made her feel weird about being alone, and that social media made it weirder for her to be really alone. Eventually she was just texting anyone she knew, so that she wouldn’t be so lonely. She says that she took baby steps, first by taking a bath alone, then reading a poetry book by herself. Later she made her way to a restaurant where she ate a bread basket alone. Four months after her breakup, she was brave enough to (swell of optimistic music intensifies) leave the city for a solo weekend in the country. She eventually moved out of her parents’ house and into an apartment of her own.
But the big question remains: Is Lena Dunham happy now? I’m happy to report that Lena Dunham is comfortable again, adding that “my heart could still ache for one home as I returned to myself in another.” She might also have a new boyfriend, but we’re not sure about that, as she doesn’t mention him. That’s just terrific for Lena, and even more terrific for her apartment neighbors. Even more annoying than discovering you share a floor with Lena Dunham would be waking up at 3am to hear her whipping poetry books and handfuls of bath water at the wall while wailing “This fixed nothing!”