Cardhouse Dreamer
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My life is like a card house,
a delicate construction, with no regard for the wind.
Dear Housemates, Please Shut Up.

The door is thin, I can hear you giggling and what not. I have earplugs in, and yet your voices resonate. I am very stressed, and more irritable than usual because Im PMSING.

OH YEAH AND IM TRYING TO STUDY. 

Thanks.