When making the wrong choice

It has been ages since I looked at this blog.  I realize I probably come here to rant more than to post positive messages.  So to be clear there are good thing, just it doesn't happen when I am here.  I think this post is no different just because certain things frustrate me so much that I feel trapped in a place that is choking the life out of me.  This time is about the wrong choice I made to move here. Earlier this year I told myself to be more positive about it, but what to do it I feel like the place is literally destroying my inner soul.  I tried to see the good and even try just stop being negative. Usually if I go into something and I will try to tell myself to give it time to adjust and to mould my thinking.  The self diagnosis of learning to grow and see things for the positive failed for the first time in my life, because this place has nothing that feeds the soul.  To be brutally honest, if it wasn't for D, I would leave this hell hole in a blink of an eye.  To start the weather is like hell if I ever go to one.  People are fake and really most just think they are better than other people.  Little do they know that if they step out of this country there are so much more to life and that they should just be more humble because the government favor them greatly and the foreigners provided the wealth creation they had for the last 30 years.  I mean come on, it is a 2nd world place masked with 1st world buildings.  I mean this place leaves you just a number on this earth with little contribution to this earth.  Looking around, you will not find or talk about many other things except money or talk about other people.  I have to say for the past 2.5 years, I had the least amount of personal growth or have not met anyone that actually add value to the world.  It leave such a negative view on the world when I am here.  People are just zombies and because there are nothing to do, the number one pass time is about complaining.  So a person gets sucked in and then they fall into the same zombie mode.  This seems extreme, I do feel that I am wasting my life by dying slowly.  I mean I rather pass away quicker than to feel so died and just continue to walk through the mall every weekend so that I can pretend I am not in purgatory.  Sadly this is one choice that I made that I regret it so much and I cannot seem to find the positive to this situation.  I am living everything that I don't want to be and really I envy those who is leaving this place.  Money should not be exchanged with putting your personal enrichment aside.  The number one thing is to investing in a person's mental health versus just getting caught into what other say is important.  Bottom line, is that I wish this was just a dream that I wake up to someday because this place suck.