England's Saddest Girl

I don't know why I can't shake this depression. It is seeming to get worse and more frustrating as the days go by. This week has been some of the worst I have experienced here. It is really the most terrible experience I have ever had. The strange part is every day I find things I genuinely like or love about London but every night I slip deeper and deeper into the doldrums. What is going on? Why is it I hate it here even though everyone told me I would love it. I want to like it, I want to be having a good time but I seems not to be something I can force on myself. Really, London has stressed me out more than anything ever has. I've never had so many anxiety attacks in such a short period of time. Fortunately, I have learned some important things about myself now that I am in this situation.
I am definitely a homebody. I like having all of my things, hobbies and hard-earned friends within driving or even communication distance. I like to be able to go home and visit my parents and my dog whenever I feel like it. I have found a deep love for cooking. But maybe thats because I have no other hobbies here. I really cannot have a temporary situation like this - where I can't even buy little things because I won't be able to take them home with me.

I guess it doesn't help that I haven't made any friends this term and the one I do have is one who stresses me out on a constant basis. All I want is to come home - I seem to have lost all ambition to go do anything here, all I do is sleep and watch TV; I've lost my creative drive. I can only hope I become normal again when I get home. (sorry to vent on you all)