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My suitemates apparently do not know how to change the toilet paper rolls out. And they don't know how to take care of their nasty, dirty period blood filled garbage out of the bathroom either. My bathroom smells like dirty vaginas all the time because of them. Team Chelsea knows what up, and those girls do not.

I didn't go to any of my classes today. I slept through my alarm and I'm behind in my reading for English. This week went terribly. My loan was canceled and I can't pay for school. My dad is supposed to be figuring something out. I need to do laundry so bad but I have so much to do I don't want to hang out down there by myself for forever.

I can't wait to go home this weekend. I've been idealizing it in my head too much and I'm getting worried something is going to happen and I'll be let down. I'm just so excited to lay in bed and watch movies with Mike all night and hang out with Samantha and get my haircut and have fun and not have to worry about stupid bullshit. I just want to lay in bed with my people and feel safe and comfortable and worryless. I just want to go home.

I found something out about last summer and it makes me really angry and violent.