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there has been nothing to live for recently. I have no passion for school, I have no lover, I never see any friends or loved ones. I wish to move back with my grandmother, yet I wish to stay within the perimeter submersed in diversity and the notion that not everyone I am interested in is hetro. Alma had turned sour. What is the problem I have with roommates? Is it all dependant on me? What did I do? I wish most of all