Angie

You escaped the depressing isolation of your room in the dorm of the University you study at, lucky that you weren‘t swallowed in the pits of sorrow you name your dirty laundry. Feeding off of buldak ramen cups and half empty waterbottles. Your roomate, Angie just came back from what seems to have been a meeting between friends and all. You haven‘t heard from yours in ages. Probably somewhere on campus minding their own business while you were soaking in denial of your final test scores.