Assuming you are done with the break up phase were every day is a torture and you hate having to get out of bed, weekends is the worst part for the next phase.
You keep yourself busy at work on week days. And then it comes Friday. And you have to go out to meet people. But you self-esteem is low. Do everybody looks you like an alien, a boring, a snob person. The Saturday comes and you go out and hope to meet somebody. But of-course you don't. Because meeting people is so hard. And before you know it it's Sunday. Another week went by and you haven't met somebody special. Somebody to fill the void. And you feel so shit. And you know it will take sooo long to love again. And it will be all pain.
I hate Sundays
And to put it in Morrysey words:
"I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet someone who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home
And you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen now,
When exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone"