prologue

I hate shifting.

I came to the U.S. in June and now it's November. I have hated almost every bit of these five months. my days have become depressing. I miss my friends and grandparents back home. It is so tough to move to a completely different place when you've lived somewhere all your fucking life. I have a lot of friends here but I always keep a distance from them. People see me as a funny and bubbly extrovert who always speaks her mind and isn't afraid to do stuff but they don't know me deep enough to realize that I am super insecure about my body and hair, I am afraid of commitments and failure, I was bullied in third grade and the fact that I had no friends and was depressed in fourth grade. My life has always been complicated and it gets worse every year. I am tired of this horrible life. I want to go back to my home.