I feel like I have been stabbed twice. Not once, but twice. I don't even know where to begin, except... paranoia.

I really just want to walk away. I wish my home was closer, so I could live there and commute. I wish... I'm not living here next semester. I know this now. I've been hearing it all year from Miss Connie and Miss jane and Miss Linda. I can't. It's not a good environment for me. And this altest bout of drama is just proving it. It's not a matter of me not liking someone, or putting up with people's quirks. It's me -really- disliking who reacts how, in what situation. And... I've decided that preferring to live with my friends over living in this house is... not a healthy relationship. I jsut don't know how I'm going to get out of here.