The problem with me is, I get so affected with what other people think. I let their thoughts crawl into my consciousness and let it torture me til I cry “Why the fuck am I doing this???” No regrets is not my motto. You see, I’m not happy. I miss my family and friends but it goes deeper than that. People say that being here is a great opportunity. I guess opportunities are also relative.
Where do I draw the line between being patient, and letting things go and accepting the fact that’s there nothing for me here?
I don’t want to give up. But is going home a sign of defeat? I hope not.