I'm starting to regret moving here. I have never felt this alone in my life. I don't know anyone here. I haven't made any friends and the one person I should be able to count on, the one who came with me, isn't here for me. We don't talk. He doesn't notice how much I'm suffering. Either that or he does, he just never says anything to me about it because well... because we don't talk. I'm not sure which is worse, him not noticing or him not saying anything. We sleep in the same room and he hasn't said anything about me crying myself to sleep every night or how I just don't care about my life anymore.
The books I'm reading are absolutely no help at all. The Mortal Instrument series is mostly just about a girl who is consistently sad about one thing or another because she's a whiny, selfish brat. The other book I'm reading is about a man with depression and anxiety that is so bad he kills someone and then writes a bunch of definitions for a dictionary. It's a very interesting book and all, fascinating really, but it doesn't really help me in any way.
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