Dying here
So, my excitement for Spring Break is overwhelming; even if it's only an extended weekend. I don't know if I can handle living in this suffocating atmosphere anymore. I hate my two roommates more than anyone can know, and the sad thing is that before the fallout I agreed to live with one of them. I'm regretting that decision immensely. I thought I'd never say this, but I miss Tampa, I miss home, I miss real people, I miss my family. 38 days to go...