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Here I am, home, whatever that is. I hate this place. I hate how the drapes are always covering the windows and the blinds are always closed. I hate how it is always so fucking dark and so fucking cold. I hate how it's always so empty and so quiet. Most of all, I hate how empty I feel when I come back to it. This is not home. This is a blank interlude between my stays at school. This is a 3 month period where i exist in utter boredom and meaninglessly. Is this what life is going to be like after college? I hope not. I miss school.