Total solitude

Chères soeurs,
I find much need in consulting you and much solace in doing so. As you might know by now, Germany has not proven the palliative to an otherwise unfortunate year that it once promised to be. Instead of being embraced for my warmth and love of knowledge, I have been thrown to the wolves, to embarrass myself at will, and without a friend in sight. How can this be?
I have now just returned from my inaugural trip to the beer garden I scouted out just this Saturday, on what was then only my ten thousandth solo stroll around the old city of Heidelberg. I return to my dank room faced with the choice of an early night's rest (it being only 830 or so) or a few more episodes of Brothers and Sisters, which never fail to lighten the soul. Instead I have decided to begin anew my little journal, at a time most dire. Allow me to recount my day's activities.
I woke this morning to the sound of my 805 alarm, signaling the beginning of another, depressing day. But today I can not marshal the strength to get out of bed, so I decide to arrive tardy to my course, after our habitual 1045 break. Alas, I have managed to make no friends in my course, but at least have noticed a shift in my colleagues opinions of me, from unpleasant indifference to more nuanced feeling. For instance, a dear young Jordanian boy, seems to regard me with equal parts amusement and contempt. I tried to rectify this by giving him a cigarette this morning but I am quite sure, he said something nasty about the length of my shorts when I went to give my presentation on the Zeit, a German weekly oriented towards the working woman. Conversely, I have managed to make a lunchtime pal of a young man from the US, which has lessened my daily solitude by at least an hour daily.
Tomorrow is shaping up to be another disaster, as I am being forced to visit the ruins of a castle with my course; having no friends, these excursions always inspire dread in me, as I must navigate the thin line between quiet disdain and openness to any friendship opportunities that should come my way. I am skipping tonight's movie, not to create a sense of mystery, which has hitherto proved an astonishing failure, but to rest for tomorrow's activities and perhaps take in a quiet yet uplifting episode of Brothers and Sisters, as I have mentioned previously.
Oh, how the fates can be cruel! I see no end to my troubles and the beginnings of what can only become an expensive prescription drug addiction. I do hope you keep me in your thoughts, as I only have fond thoughts to sustain me now.
Yours, most fondly,
Saint-Denis