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TIFU by moving across the country

I grew up in a very small town, with nothing but cornfields and a few fast food restaurants. For as far back as I can remember, I wanted to leave that town. The older I got, the more reasons I had to leave. My friends became people I hated, and who hated me. Girlfriends became exes. Soon, the entire town was hell to me. There wasn't a street that didn't have a memory, good or bad, with someone I either didn't like, or no longer spoke to.

I joined the military to get away from everything. It was amazing. I was stationed in Texas, far away from my hometown. I met people who thought like me, and the streets didn't carry bad memories anymore. I loved my time in the military. Unfortunately, I was medically discharged, and with nowhere else to go, I went home. Things only got worse from there. I was very upset about moving back home. My mindset at the time guided me down a path of very bad decisions, which stained the town more in my mind.

A few months ago, I decided that I needed to leave. I packed the few things I owned, and moved 900 miles away, to a place I knew no one. I thought it would be liberating. I had been to the place before, and I thought I loved it. The mountains were a big change from all of the cornfields and grass. I was convinced that I would be happier.

Now I am here, and I have no one. I know no one. I have tried to make friends, but I have been very unsuccessful. I believe at this point that something must be wrong with me. It seems like people do not want to talk to me.

I had no family growing up, I moved out of my father's house when I was 15, and never spoke to my family after that. I've only ever had two girlfriends, and they were both very short lived. I thought I knew what it was like to be alone. I had no idea. These past few months have been hell. I have not had a face to face conversation with anyone who wasn't obligated to talk to me (apartment manager, gym staff) in months. I believe that I am losing my mind.

I currently have 11 more months on my lease, and I feel trapped. I do not know what to do. Going back would just put me back in that mental state I was in, and staying here does not seem like the move. I do not know what to do. I am not sure why I am even sharing all of this with you guys, I think I just need someone to hear my thoughts so they aren't trapped in my head anymore. Thank you for reading, I'm sorry this was so long.

TL;DR: moved across the country to a place I do not know anyone, now I am unsure what to do.

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