Bad Day

So Bad Day by Daniel Powder came on on my Pandora.
I think that is a good phrase to describe my time here in Forest City.
I don't much like it here.
I still don't really have a friend.
There are a couple of people I talk to,
but we don't really hang out so they can't be considered a friend.
I get the feeling that none of the freshman like me.
I'm sorry I am younger than you and I apply myself instead of getting drunk, high, or having sex.
But honestly I have been a happy go-lucky person the whole time I've been here.
Why haven't I made best friends.
I keep seeing people saying I love you to their friends when they go to different places.
I don't think I will ever have friends like that here.
If I don't have them now I don't see that changing.
I am thinking I'm going to transfer at semester,
but where?
Where am I going to go?
The thoughts of me never being happy no matter where I go that I used to have are starting to seem more real.
What is wrong with me exactly?
Why do I not have friends here?
It's not fair.
I wanna come home.
Peace...I guess.