I hate living in Logan.
When I first moved here I was excited and hopeful that
I'd make so many new friends, I'd have great experiences, I'd love my classes.
Sadly, that is not the case.
I tried to be outgoing for the first month.
I went to dances, barbecues, bingo nights, pancake parties, study groups.
But it just became hard.
I have never been that person that befriends everyone in the room.
I've had the same best friends since 8th grade.
And I miss them. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my family.
So much.
I didn't realize how hard it would be to leave the people I love.
Everyday seems worse than the last.
Maybe I'm being dramatic.
Maybe I've given up too early.
All I know is that my heart has been hurting for the past three months.
So here I am.
Alone. Depressed. Passionless. Angry
My eyes are red and blotchy as I write this post.
Longing for the place I call home and the people I cherish.