The wind and rain are lashing against the window right now like a whip. I'm imagining they are whipping me personally for being such an unruly slave. That's right I am a slave, a slave to my life.
I haven't been the happiest lately. This horrible weather fits my mood I suppose. It's not that I don't love my new life here at college. I do. It's just that I thought, stupid Rosalee, I thought that by moving far away from home I could move far away from the problems that haunted me. But, of course, I was wrong. I ended another Saturday night crying on the sidewalk. It's becoming a bad habit of mine.
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