I messed up.
This isn’t the college for me. It’s all wrong. I gave it a chance. I tried to make friends and go out and join clubs but the fact is that it’s not working. I have nothing. I miss my friends from home and I want my old life.
I keep telling you that it’s ok here and I’m doing fine but I’m a liar. I’ve become good at that over the last month. Telling friends and family how great it is here.
I’m sorry that I’m lying to you but I know if you knew, it would break your heart. Anyways there’s no point in telling you because you can’t help me. Only I can though I can’t figure out how.
But I want to tell you. I want to call you bawling my eyes out (because I do everyday) and have you tell me that everything’s going to be ok. And then it will be. But that won’t happen because there is no cure. So I can’t tell you that I’m miserable. I won’t tell you that I’m depressed and just want to go home. I can’t tell you that I’m drowning here.
Can I have a hug please, mommy. Because I miss you.
youre secretely struggling daughter