i figured it out.

why i hate my room here so much.

it's because all i ever do in there is
one) sleep.
two) do homework.
three) cry.

no happy memories.

just sad ones.

because it's where i go to be alone.

and where i always go when the bad news

and the tears start coming.

it's fine though.

i've learned to love my front room.

and the boys front room in c5. 

(where i'll most likely be living next year. yay.)

and that means that we've made some friends.

yes we have.

love, j. 

p.s. i did try to make my room more appealing to me by making this fine thing though.