I really thought going away to college three hours away from my family was a stepping stone for me. But ever since I got here, there was something off. I gave it a week, months and still I haven’t found the missing piece. I try to make friends which is the hardest thing I could face other than my art appreciation class. I haven’t found the right people or just that one person. The walls are closing in on me. I can’t keep calling my family to keep me sane. They have their worries. It’s not my choice to stay in my room 24/7. It’s more like my necessity. School stress is getting to me. Family pressure is getting to me. Future plans are getting to me and I can’t seem to breathe. I wish I could sleep and wake up like nothing happened but it’s the same everyday and I’ve no solution. I wish my roommates has more pills but there’s nothing. I’m nothing. The people I care about are 300miles away. I’m a mess. I need help but I’m confused. I’m just tired. Maybe life isn’t for everyone.