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Once you put something on the internet it’s there for good, right? It can’t be erased, or forgotten, or covered up. Maybe if I put it here, then I won’t forget either. Everyone else has. I mean, they wouldn’t even let me see in her room the night she died. They just rushed me past the closed door so I could get a few of my things. I thought I saw a stain coming from under the door, but next time I was allowed in, her room was bare, the carpet torn up. What the fuck happened to her that made them get rid of the carpet? I smelled fresh paint, too, and some kind of disinfectant.

But no one else seems to remember what happened. Or they say it was just something normal, like a burglar with a knife or some shit. Maybe I should just let myself forget. It would be nice to not have to worry about stalkers or burglars with knives and this is just so fucked up! Why the hell did I even come back? I should have just transferred to another college, like mom wanted. Fuck dad’s “it’ll be good for you” crap. What if it happens to me too? Damn it, I don’t even know. Just need to keep an eye out, report anything suspicious, like I’m supposed to. Don’t go out alone at night, get the campus security to escort me to my car if I don’t feel safe. That’s what they’re for, right? To make us safe?

Shit, I don’t even know why I’m writing this.