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You know...I keep reading some journals (here and other places...) about how happy people are. About how it's so sunny and warm and they have such wonderful friends and blah blah blah. Well it's 15 degrees here. I couldn't even go to dinner because they dining halls were closed due to a winter weather advisory. The sun never wants to shine. I never get to see my best friend, and she's moving away this summer. My parents don't return my phone calls or emails. I just lost a family member. I am by myself pretty much all day. My room is so tiny I have bruises all over my arms and legs from bumping into things. There's no room in here. I used to think I was so unhappy because I was stuck here. But I'd probably be just as unhappy surrounded by people who love me in a whole different environment. I just want to crawl in a hole until June.

Ugh. I'd kick my own ass. Excuse me while I go listen to Dashboard and cry, hugging my Care Bear.