This life that I'm living... it's not me. I haven't felt like me ever since I moved here. This person that I am here is someone who's closed off. Someone who doesn't care about things that used to mean so much to her. Someone that doesn't cherish everyday as if it were her last, but instead, hopes that it is. I've become someone that doesn't pray. That rarely even thinks about God on any given day. This isn't who I am. I don't know who I am anymore. And I'm not okay here. I'm not okay by myself. Without my family... my friends... and the girl that I love. I go through everyday here as if nothing matters. As if I have nothing to live for. As if nothing here is worth the effort... because everything that means something to me isn't here. Everything I care most about is an hour and a half to two hours away from me. And without those things... without those people... I'm not me. I'm someone else. Someone that I don't know. And I can't pretend to be happy here. It's too hard... because it takes everything that I have. And I have nothing. I'm here... and I have nothing here. It's empty here. I'm empty here. And that's all that I feel. Emptiness.