No exit way

Lately I've been thinking about everything that had been going on in my life. I'm exactly where I wanted to be, overseas, I have a lot more resposabilities than most of the people, as usual, but for the first time I don't give a shit about the people that had let me down back home. Here I've met amazing people like YanYing, probably the only asian girl I really like and can get to consider as my friend; Kelsey, a girl that reflect the part of me that acts like a 21 years old boy; Omar, the mexican gay guy who I can really relate -although he made out with one of many guys that turns me on- and Paulina, the chilean girl who reflects the-adict-to-sex-and-double-sense-senteces me. The funny thing about coming here is that I not only learn about the U.S. or other random countries, but I also keep learning about the people ack home. Out of all those "lovely" friends once I had back home, how many keep sending me messages or posting me on facebook? Well, out of all those friends once I had, I can really say that real friends are just a few. I can even count them with my right hand! That's a lesson! I can tell "I wish I had sone things different", but I won't, otherwise I wouldn't be here.
What about Eau Claire? Well, I love the people from here, but the size of the town just drives me crazy! I feel like 99% of my life here is all about the University. It sucks, doesn't it? The winter is gone, the crazy tornados and thunderstorms spring is here and I still haven't really made me mind about staying or not for the next semester. So what's it gonna be? I still don't know.  

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