My boyfriend and my friend moved into our flat today and I can’t be there for at least another month because I have to work to make enough money to afford the rent and I think my heart is breaking. I just want to cry. It’s nice being home with my family but I’ve been here for a month and I’m so cripplingly lonely and I hate my job so fucking much and I just want to curl up in bed and cry until I can go back. I’m going to go there and I’ll feel like a stranger in my own home, like I’m moving into someone else’s house, because they’ll be all settled and they’re having pizza with our friends right now and I just feel so utterly, helplessly out of the loop, sitting here, alone, in my room, in this shitty city, my stomach in knots because I have to go back to that shitty job tomorrow, and none of my friends here are talking to me, justifiably, and I just don’t know how I can face another month of being so completely amputated from my life.