It's hard for me to not be a little ambiguous here, but I have to be. Some terrible things happened a few months ago (the end of January, to be specific) and I'm really not at liberty to make an all-points bulletin about it. Zach and Emily are on this page, but I'm pretty sure that the rest of you aren't. Privately, though, I'd be willing to fill in the gaps (*coughErincough*).
I just can't stand it anymore. Things are allowed to go wrong and all, but not this wrong. It's not fair. I didn't do anything to deserve this. My family is falling apart from the outside inward. I'm coming unhinged. And no one is trying to fix it. From all sides, my support is dissolving around me, and I'm not sure that I can handle that. Part of me wants to curl up under the covers and cry about it, and the other part makes me want to run as far and as fast as I can. Maybe somewhere in Europe I'll drink myself into such a stupor that I'll forget everyone I ever cared about and start anew. Not Germany, though. My accent is terrible.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, listening to my RA's terrible, terrible guitar playing. And the argument raging next door about whether or not the new girl on the fourth floor is fuckable. And I just want it all to go away. Or maybe I want to go away. I don't know.
I don't know.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
"Amie, come sit on my wall..."
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I am not supportive?
If you still have a single room, lock the door and don't answer it (or look through the peephole, if you have one) and turn off your phone. I had to do that a couple times last term and it was so nice to get away from everyone if only for a little bit. I can't say that my situation's been as tragic as yours, but it worked for me, so who knows?
I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.
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