I hate it here.

I try not to. I try to remind myself that I chose this. And that I chose it for a reason. That I should be happy here. I'm not.

I really hate it here.

I really just want to be somewhere that I know people. I want to not have to spend weekends alone in a room that's too small and too cold. I want to know that if I call people they'll hang out. Or show up when they say they will. Or something.

I really hate being alone.

And that's all I ever am in this city.

I really hate it here.