/lit/ - Literature

Am I okay? I don't know. I'm turning 23 next month, and don't know what I'm doing. I want to go to graduate school, that's for sure, but increasingly I have an overwhelming desire to leave the united states and never, ever return. I'm sick of living here. I'm sick of having degrading jobs and no outlet. I'm sick of the vitriol and unimaginable stupidity I see every single day of my life. I'm sick of reactionaries and pseudo-leftists, vain insecurity disguised hyper-irony, depressing nights thinking about doing anything else.

I'm increasingly fixated on trying to raise enough money to escape to Portugal, which is cheap, quiet, under-populated, left-leaning, irrelevant. I want, desperately, to learn Portuguese, apply for one of their universities, teach english for rich kids or in some high-school in a beach town. But I know this dream is as false as it is impossible.