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If there's one thing that sucks about going away to college, it's when you want to fucking sob until you lose your voice, you can't, because YOU WON'T BE LEFT ALONE.
Seriously? When I come in late to class, eyes red, puffy, and STILL SNIFFLING, DON'T FUCKING MAKE CONVERSATION WITH ME. Let the floor swallow me whole. Don't talk to me. Don't call me out about how you thought I wasn't coming because of the 'incident' on my schedule log. Just be happy I'm here, 'kay? Just be happy I didn't jump out my window like I wanted to, mmkay? All I want to do is go back to my room and sob into my pillow, okay? But no, I have to sit here and fantasize about quitting school, quitting CAP, quitting everything I'm involved in, go back to Louisville, curl into a ball in my room, and cry THERE. And nobody gives a flying fuck.
Seriously? When I come in late to class, eyes red, puffy, and STILL SNIFFLING, DON'T FUCKING MAKE CONVERSATION WITH ME. Let the floor swallow me whole. Don't talk to me. Don't call me out about how you thought I wasn't coming because of the 'incident' on my schedule log. Just be happy I'm here, 'kay? Just be happy I didn't jump out my window like I wanted to, mmkay? All I want to do is go back to my room and sob into my pillow, okay? But no, I have to sit here and fantasize about quitting school, quitting CAP, quitting everything I'm involved in, go back to Louisville, curl into a ball in my room, and cry THERE. And nobody gives a flying fuck.