I woke up this morning with a strange feeling. I didn’t want to be here anymore, and I just missed home terribly. It suddenly came to me that nothing really mattered, and that I had to find a new place to live. This city makes me sick. I lost everything that made me come here in the first place. When I look back at what I did, I don’t regret anything, but I’m still very empty inside. I’m looking for something different now. It sounds like it’s close to being the end of the journey for me here.
I think I want out.