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I don't know if anyone reads these journal entries anymore. Today, I don't know. Everything piled onto me again and this time succeeded in crushing me. I realized how alone I am, why I hated this place so much...and suddenly to realize after that there was nothing I could do to keep or expect anything from my friends from Pembroke. I have never felt so bizarrely at odds with myself. I feel outside, and am genuinely unhappy through and through. It is not that I am weak. It is not that I am dramatic. Is it too much to ask for a simple friendship? I just don't think this life thing is working out for me...