<p>So I’m about 2 months into my freshman engineering education at Cornell, and I’m not really enjoying anything. For starters, my roommate is Korean, so he wants nothing to do with me. He’d rather spend time with all of his Korean friends and speak Korean with them. I had one good friend for a few weeks, but her boyfriend back home didn’t exactly appreciate our friendship. Unfortunately, we even liked each other, and she told me that she would date me if she were single. That depresses me. We don’t see or speak to each other anymore.</p>
<p>I’m involved in some activities. Most of the kids I’ve met in them don’t particularly interest me. I’ve gone out to eat with kids from my hall, from my activities, and from class, and I usually drop out of the conversations because the talk gets boring. People seem really shallow at times. I at least pretend to laugh in “funny” conversations just to fit in.</p>
<p>I hate the partying scene because I don’t drink nor do I find parties fun. Most of the kids I’ve met seem to love these things and pepper all of their conversations with references to their drunk escapades. I hate it. I can’t find anyone here who’s like me. I feel like I’m too unique.</p>
<p>I’ve mostly given up on trying to talk to other people. I used to ask other people if I could go to dinner with them, like my next-door neighbors, but now I just eat alone. No one wants to invite me to eat, anyway.</p>
<p>The only person I ever talk to is my therapist, and she seems overly concerned about my negative views of life. I’ve been on antidepressants for a few weeks now, but they’re not helping yet. Really, nothing is helping. It’s not even Cornell’s fault; sure, I hate the workload, but I hate “living” more. I’m not going to blame a university for that.</p>
<p>Probably the worst part of all of this is that my mother has to hear about all of it. She’s overly worried about me, especially since she’s single and both my brother and me are away at college. She literally has no where to turn. I tell her exactly how I feel, and she’s usually speechless at the kinds of things that I say. </p>
<p>Many days, I think of what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. I don’t know if I’m going to make it through Cornell. I consider dropping out of college. I also consider taking a week-long medical leave to the hospital or a semester-long leave. I’m very hopeless about the future. I’m full of so much despair. My high school friends are all very concerned about me, but their support doesn’t give me a reason to continue living.</p>
<p>I’m sorry about all the melancholy in this post…</p>
<p>Does anyone have any advice for me? Is college really supposed to be this bad? I had no idea college was going to be the worst time of my life.</p>