It's been over a week since I lost Buddha, and things have gotten a lot better. MY fish are doing great (squirt has been having his moods), and Jingles is comfy in his new home.
I'm actually starting to see a therapist on campus (apparently, they had me go in for my first appointment 2 weeks early after having my intake done.).
It was weird, I had to explain to her how the death of my fish actually made me make the initiative to go there, but she understood.
All in all, I hope things get better from here on out.
I've also made the promise to myself that if anything happens to my boys where I lose another one, I'm either going to adopt a baby and raise it, or just stop all together until I move out. I almost took a baby home with me when I went out a few days ago, and I rationalized it because my tank for pudge is actually a 1.5 gallon (darn it), so I'm allowed to have another .5 gallons WHICH i have xD But a baby won't be happy in such a small tank, so I'm going to wait.
But overall, yay for getting better :D