Business as usual in my room.

There are throngs of drunk people, fresh from the Midnight Debate, outside my door, shouting to each other above "I will Survive", willingly ignoring the fact that one of my roommates is trying to sleep in order to be up with the sun.

This room is a CBS afternoon special. One roomie has already crashed and burned. I'm taking bids on who's next.

I've decided to eschew these people for those I'm proud to call friends, the people who've been there from the beginning. Granted, it was fun for a while to be with people this off the chain. But now I've looked past that and I really don't like what I see.

It is decay, and the outcome is miserable and permanent.

~Halcyondream~

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