College is supposed to be the beginning of your adult life, not the end. This is so fucked up. I wonder how many of the girls are locked in their rooms now, all zombiefied.
I don’t know how he got in: maybe some girl managed to sneak him past the desk. I wonder if he ate her. Either way, he’s still hungry, and he knows I’m in here, because it’s Wednesday and he hasn’t moved from outside my dorm room door since Sunday.
If I had focus like that I probably would’ve gotten better grades. Not that it matters now.