I came here with big dreams, you know, and everyone was so welcoming at first, offering help and smiling and telling me it would be easy but now it's just silence after work, the phone barely rings, and my old friends just stopped messaging because I can’t always explain myself fast enough or understand their jokes and I guess I just… faded, like a photo left in the sun, and the language is still hard, and the work hours are long, and I just feel utterly utterly ALONE, even in a crowded city and it's like a hollow ache, a constant hum that never stops, and I keep thinking what was the point what was it all for.