I didn't sign up for this

Come to France. Start a new life. Give up 90% of your friends, because, after all, they're not really your friends, they're just acquaintances, but in everyday life, you don't wanna see that, of course. Someone said "we know a lot more people, but we know them a lot less well". I tend to agree. But anyway, back to the point.
Back to the point. Give up your (imaginary or real) girlfriend, give up hope of being with someone in the near future, don't look back, don't hold on to what's now considered as "the past", something you moved on/ran from. Come to a new country, learn the goddamn language (what, didn't you learn it in school already?), break the apparent shyness that's interpreted from your silence which comes up, of course, not because you're an idiot, or you don't have anything to say, but because you lack the means of expression.
Get heartbroken, either by someone new, or someone old, or both, the only difference being that back home, you could just not give a fuck, move along, share your thoughts with your best friend and after that..whatever. In here, it's not like that. In here it makes you wanna scream. It makes you boil inside, wanting all this to go to hell, go back home to your loved ones, family, friends, acquaintances, ex and future -girlfriends. But they're not the same either. It's all different now.
Welcome to your new life.