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I am your mermaid, tangled but blissful...

I love my friends here, but I wish I could find a group that feels like home. I think I am an eternal loner, always in my own little world. But for once I would like to come home and not here that Ashley Simpson song, or not have endless conversations about In Touch magazine. Please.

I think it's high time I put some clothes on. My ass is sticking to the chair in the most painful way.

I really have nothing to say.

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Call me a bitch. Call me uptight. Call me a sqaure. Call me an old lady in a 19 year old's body. I don't give a shit. When you're loud, obnoxious, drunk, rude, throwing ashes and beer off your balcony, singing drunkenly at the top of your lungs on your balcony so that everyone can hear, especially your downstairs neighbors, turning your thumping bass to max volume, and doing on a Wednesday night, and pretty much every night of the school week-I'm gonna turn into a bitch after having already talked to your about the noise, yet you repeatedly do it anyway! I hate my age group. It went like this:

Me: "Hey, not to be a bitch but could you please turn the fucking music down? It's not a Friday night it's Wednesday." (not in a mean tone, mind you. sure I wasn't susie sunshine, but I wasn't evil whore monster they paint me to be. I was rather monotone and straightforward.)

Stupid drunk girl/Stupid drunk guy: "You dont' have to be so mean. all you have to do is ask. when you swear and use "fuck", you are a bitch."

Me: "Yeah, well I don't mean to be, but you guys are really loud, so can you just turn it down"

then they start yelling at me in drunk speak.

My roommate: "We'ved talked to you guys before about this, and you're still loud. so please turn it down!"

more drunk speak, then we slam the door.

music turns down.

then they start stomping on our roof and we hear laughing.

Mature.