We've all been there at this point. If you're like I am, you've been there quite a lot. Summer begins, and you're on your own. As social events like frat parties, campus events and (of course) wine nights become few and far between, you turn to the only friend who is always there for you: Netflix.

With all this free time in your otherwise loaded social schedule (which pretty much consists of re-watching "Gilmore Girls"), you decide to do something productive with your life. Maybe start watching that show your friend told you to watch? And hey, you're in luck! All seven season are on Netflix! Charge your battery because your computer is in for a workout.

It goes on like this for days, weeks, months ... just kidding, it never takes you that long. These characters are now your friends. Their world is now yours, and you can't believe there was a time before you knew this wonderful, beautiful, fantastical universe existed. You laugh, you cry, and when something bad happens, you scream in anger and throw your computer (before realizing it is now your life and you must respect it and never do it any harm).

And then suddenly, you finish an episode and something strange happens. The credits roll, but they keep rolling. There's no countdown leading you to the next episode. No slightly judgmental screen asking you if you are "still watching" (Yes, yes I am, Netflix). There's no sign of a new episode, only a list of recommended shows based on this glorious, beautiful creation that is quickly slipping from your grasp. Crying out in shock, you have just entered into the cycle of Netflix Grief.

Denial

Clearly there is something wrong with your TV. There's no way you watched seven seasons of a TV show in two weeks. You're probably only halfway through season three! Frantically, you scroll through the description of every single episode, challenging your Netflix account to prove to you that you have seen everything. It can't be possible, you think, they can't end the show like that. There are so many questions I still have ... when does season eight start?

Anger

Are you telling me they aren't making a season eight!? How could they end the show like that? They didn't answer any of my burning questions!!! As soon as you begin to accept the fact that your once beloved show is, in fact, gone for good, it's time to get angry, and I mean really angry. Like unnecessarily angry in a way that will concern your mother because you were so weirdly invested in a TV show (she'll never understand you). Now is the time to blame the network executive who cancelled the show and the actors who wanted to do something selfish like be on Broadway for a season. How dare they? Don't they know how much you need them!?

Bargaining

That's it! If the actors knew how much you needed them, they'd be so touched by your loyalty that they'd help fund a new season of the show! Time to start the online petitions, Facebook posts and harassing tweets. At this point, you haven't seen a new episode in two days and are willing to do anything to relive what you once had. You find yourself reading online forums and watching old interviews with the cast just so you can pretend their onscreen chemistry is "like, totally there" offscreen. Eventually in a fit of desperation and an unquenchable need to know more, you will turn to the depths of television depravity: fan fiction.

Depression

Okay, so fan fiction was weird, and you realized you couldn't justify it. You've been blocked from numerous celebrity Twitter accounts now, and your Facebook support page is just you and your grandma, who only joined it so she can keep sending you Candy Crush requests. You're beginning to realize something awful — the show is over. You will never know if so-and-so end up together, or what happened to the lovechild of whats-her-name. You feel like you've lost your best friends, and that makes you sad. You realize that you were best friends with people who don't exist, that makes you even sadder.

Acceptance

As you lie there in a fit of your own despair, you feel something buzzing ... oh right! It's your phone! You forgot about that while you were reveling in your own misery. This small window into the solid reality you once lived in reminds you that there is life after TV, and you can live it! You can go outside, smell the roses and go out with friends! The world is full of possibilities! And sure, you'll miss the hours you spent watching Netflix under a blanket in your room, but those memories will be with you forever. Plus, you just heard about "Dr. Who," and rumor has it, that show never ends.