A few hours in hall and I wanna move out already. I just wanna live alone. Not in hall. In some new place, devoid of memories, free of suppressed emotions and longings. A place where I’m truly by myself. Where I feel placid and independent and strong. Not in hall where I’m weak and struggling but I just can’t talk about it. The words get stuck in my heart, bursting, but all that bursts out from me is laughter. The few moments of meaningless, crisp laughter and tough words when I’m around people before returning to my shell, where it’s dark and bleeding.