Odd

Today's the end of my first week back in Farnham. Not that I'm being moany for no reason, but it's been severely traumatic and horrible.
I can't get into many details, butthe amount of petty stressing and bitching and everything else that has gone on this week has felt like a weight on my mind. Two nights I've had to walk back from the student union carrying a crying girl to her house. Every night (minus 2 or 3 i think) have involved hysterical crying and surprising revelations and other stuff which makes my head spin and I want to scream and tell everyone to leave me alone.
Also Ive been having those night terrors again. Which makes the situations worse as a girl with less sleep who is sick of bitching is extremely bitchy.
My new hobbies are pacing round my bare room(my landlady threw away some of my possesions includong my totally rare, totally loved, irreplacable posters) hoovering spiders, screaming out in the middle of the night and acting like a mther to my housemates who think foil belongs in the sink...and leave the taps running.
all in all a shambles
all in all i cant wait to get out of this place