One Month.

I made it a month.

Today makes a month and one day.

Today is the first day I have cried and wished to go home.

I feel completely and utterly alone, despite being surrounded by people.

People are selfish everywhere. 

They want what they want.

Maybe I should give up on hoping that I will find someone to love and care about me the way that I love them.

I am starting to believe that no such person exists in the universe.