I came back from the caf only to have my neighbors playing loud as hell 
bass for whatever reason. They didn't live in Ezelle before Spring 
Break; I wish that they'd go back to whichever building they came from.

I feel horrid today. Like I'm going to have a stroke. It honestly seems 
like a nice idea at this point. I could be in a hospital room instead of 
being in my own. If it killed me I wouldn't have to keep having panic 
attacks from this stupid situation. But I guess that's a bit negative.

It's been 18 days. I am dying.

I want to go back to sleep.