Life changed. People changed. I changed.

I came back home from the United States a week ago. Everything seems strange here, and somehow boring. Nothing surprises me now; I get up early, take the bus, go to school, ignore my professors, spend some time with my friends, have a beer or two, take the bus back and then read or sleep. Why does everything seem so empty now? I used to believe that I had a life before. I was free. No one would tell me what to do. I would get up, go to work, have fun with my friends, speak English all day long (which I loved), and then go back home and drink something  there or at some random bar. Life seemed perfect. My friends were perfect. Going out in the snow was perfect. Now it feels like there's nothing here for me anymore. I need to finish school and leave. For good. Chile is ok, but I can't see myself living here for much longer. I had so much back in the States: fun, love, friends, a life. Why shouldn't I go back there? I want to. And I am going to. I have to. Soon. I left my heart there, it's not with me anymore. I feel numb, and days go by SO slow. I just seat here waiting for an answer that I'm only going to get when I get back there. I'm sorry that things changed. I'm sorry that I changed, but there's nothing I can do. I like who I am now though. I feel a better person. As long as I don't screw up I'm perfectly okay. I just don't fit in here anymore.