All I can remember is being there, a headache and this kid asking me where I was from before I felt like a failure.
All I can remember is packing up my things,
this guy asking me if I wanted to meet more people from my country and his expectant look when I stopped to ask a girl for help before I felt like a failure again.
All I can remember is sitting in a chair, another guy asking me if I'm mentally ill and me almost snapping at him for saying such thing before I felt like a failure again.
All I can remember is pushing people away without intending to and this awful feeling contaminating my whole body.
I wanted to apologize, to get a second chance, to meet people willing to take me as I am but I couldn't and that's just how life works.
My actions have consequence and that's all I remember.