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I hate it how I feel so fucking stifled here. God, I feel like I can't even write this, right now, because my roommate is behind me and I feel like she's gonna turn sideways this very second, look at my screen over my shoulder, read this, and this me a complete loser! Both my roommates have these amazing, established lives, and what am I doing here? I don't understand anything. I really, really, really wish I were home, but without having to move back there. I want all the comforts of home without living at home, and what the fuck, I am an only child and spoiled, so I'm allowed to want that!! And I guess I feel lonely, too. No one here babies me, and I never feel like talking to anyone about my problems cause they have other, better stuff to do than worry about me.
The worst part of this is how my problems are really chiche.
The worst part of this is how my problems are really chiche.