Algumas sugestões de melhoria:
I wake up, it's a cold morning as usual, cold and grey. I feel upset because of my condition of being alone.
It's a funny feeling, I'm not too sure about anything, sometimes my days are grey, sometimes they are cheerful.
At work, yesterday, an Italian woman was fired, I could see in her eyes so many feelings, those ones that we, foreigners, know very well, it was a look of failure, she felt like a loser and I felt pity, not that I am better than her or anything, but somehow I had succeeded and she hadn't; and I know our fears are the same, the fear of being alone because we no longer belong to our countries, we've lost our identities, we are exiled.
Being exiled is much more than what is written in the dictionary, it's also a soul condition. One can live freely in their country but when one moves abroad one loses the identity and starts to belong anywhere and nowehere at the same time. Then it comes the feeling of being trapped inside oneself and the feeling of being exiled in two ways: both physically and emotionally.