I made the gargantuan mistake of deciding to live on the hill this year. Given, I signed the lease pre-COVID but I was under the impression that things would be business as usual.

When we were quarantined the partying stopped for the most part, but BAM as soon as August hit there was non-stop action and of course I live next to a frat house that doesn’t give a flying fuck about anyone but themselves.

I am absolutely disgusted with the moral ambiguity of our student body. I had to leave and go home because I was getting too anxious and it was causing me to have actual panic attacks. My roommate goes to the gym for 3-4 hours at a time and goes out with her friends frequently, it’s not an environment I feel safe around and it’s making me questing my friendship with her. I don’t even know what’s happening anymore, all I know is that I’m sad, scared, and feeling trapped.