Relate
Still thinking about this
First week. I miss my home, my old life, my friends and family… I hate this city— it feels like some kind of simulation of what really is real, everyone here seems strange, i kind of feel like it will be impossible to really build a life here.
I cried today, sobbed in the bus. When I reached my home i bursted out.
On the flip side I don’t feel any academic pressure— there’s just the weight of this tern and horrible city that says nothing to me.