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What a week.
I don't even know what to make of all this. It seems like the things I have dreaded the most are beginning to happen, and I can't just pinch myself and wake up.
My roommate moved out, pretty much out of the blue. Yeah, I want her to be happy, and if that means her moving out, then so be it... I guess I just wasn't prepared for it. Who is moving in with me? No idea. I wanted Meri to move in, but the RD already said no to my RA once... I haven't really been able to talk to her about it at all, so she doesn't understand where I am coming from. I guess I feel sort of overlooked by the whole thing... like what I want isn't important. Or like this is a double standard.
I hate this feeling. I feel like I can't count on some people anymore. I can't go to people when I'm having a problem. I feel like such an emo kid- "No one understands me. No one knows what I'm going through." Maybe I should get a really emo-looking picture on myspace. That would be the icing on the cake.
I'm lonely. I haven't felt this alone since I moved here.