I hate coming back!

Just got back from London and wish I would have stayed, I did not want to come back. The only thing I was looking forward to was seeing old friends from K College when I got back. That ended up not happening. I don't know why... I ended up having a nice bbq at will and betsy's though. Went home and slept for a long time... I was jet lagged saturday, people were actually making fun of me, I couldn't have had a shittier home coming. I can't really understand or make sense of some people's treatment of me. I really make an effort to be kind and accomodating. I'm polite, I treat people with respect, I go out of my way for friends... what do I get in return. People are cruel to me, abuse my generosity, ignore me, or just don't give a fuck. Well I'm just tired, don't know what to do anymore, should I keep trying or just be an asshole like everyone else, it seems like the only way to survive in this world. I'm just really upset by it. On a lighter note, I had an amazing time in London! I hope to go back more often, I just hate flying and travelling alone. I need to find travel buddies! And for all of my good friends, you know who you are! Loves you all and thank you for being a douche!