It has been a week already since I left Denmark and had flown to the US. Everything was guided only by instincts and the desire to keep away with depression. Logic and Brain wasn't working that time. All I want to do is to leave because I know I'm gonna lose myself if I stay. Loneliness was slowly eating me up. I honestly know it was a big financial drawback if I leave my work which I had been with for only four months. I had no social life back then ( well of course I have friends but I feel different), I cried every night but wiped my tears anyway since no one would protect me, I am so lonely. I took a big turn in the last week of October, I decided to transfer to the US. My parents and my aunt was so supportive of me. I am lucky. I started off applying for the visa. It was a heart pounding moment since it was widely known that visa rejection is common for people living in the third world country but as soon as I got those words " your visa is approved" by the...
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