because it was snowing, and they were bored

I want to throw this paper out, and curl up in a ball, and watch bad t.v. with my roommates. What do people talk about anymore? I cannot seem to remember. I wish they would talk about feeling strange and lonely, but they mostly talk about bad t.v. A suitable substitute, i think. There is only a week left in the semester, and by week I mean three days of finals for me, and then I am going home. I am half filled with excitement and half with dread. This paper is killing me slowly with a hundred tiny paper cuts.
I feel like I'm in a very large office. It's really just a big room on the second floor of the gsu. just hear this and then I'll go. Once a boy sang this song to me, when I was a senior in high school. I'd broken his heart, and he couldn't stop playing it over. And I just didn't care.
It's not that I didn't care. It's that I couldn't. I think. My heart is filling up with snow.
This is a nice place I've landed in, I just don't know why I could never bring myself to stay.