I used to see moving abroad with such rose-tainted glasses before. Thought I’d come here, have a good job, friends, learn the language, and be at peace. I thought I’d feel one with the world.
But I feel like perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps people discriminate against me because I’m not from here. Perhaps it is hard for me to make friends here. Perhaps my life has been too hard to ever fit in anywhere.
These perhapses, more than anything, drive me crazy. They make me question if I’ll ever find the things I’m looking for, and experience the life I’ve dreamt of. So far, everything has constantly been so much worse than I ever thought it would be. So perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps my life will always be terrible.