The problem with living someplace with other people is you have to come up with a way to vent quietly. At home, you can just scream to your heart's content, but on a floor of strangers, this action is frowned upon. People say to scream into a pillow, but I've found this isn't very effective and usually causes more concern than just screaming. (People tend to be more concerned when they hear a muffled scream than just a full out scream.) Sure, you can follow my mother's advice of screaming at a tree, but with over two thousand strangers walking around campus, do you really want to be that person? I know I don't. So, here I sit. Typing my frustration away to a web of strangers. Weird, huh? I'd rather you all think I'm weird than the people I pass by every day. I'm that person.
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My Thoughts on Paper
RandomThis is just a whole bunch of thoughts that I've put down. I hope that some of you might be able to relate and possibly find needed support in this. Some of these are rants about things I have seen or experienced. Some are funny, and some are seriou...
