Beauty is not putting any restrictions on the little voice that's within you. --Tangie Ambrose

I feel like I'm going to explode.  Is it possible to feel so empty, yet so full of anger at the same time?  I am struggling to keep up with my classes (and understand one of them, astronomy), and I feel like going to class is futile.  What good is going to class when I feel like I'm having an anxiety attack just being around people?  The anger part.  My roommate spends most of her time either constantly typing on her computer or clicking away on it playing a stupid video game.  CONSTANT CLICKING.  I'm a person that needs silence, when I'm working and when I'm trying to go to sleep. 

She, on the other hand, needs noise at most all times, I've witnessed.  This does not work.  It is too expensive, too late and too much of a hassle to move to a room on the third floor (I am on first floor right now; no elevators to drag all my shit up there.)  I have so much built up tension and anger at her computer typing that keeps me awake at night.  One night I even went out and planned to sleep in the lobby. 

About an hour later, she's poking me saying "sorry, I didn't mean to be loud".  If you didn't mean to be loud you wouldn't put your video game music on in the first place when someone in the room with you is trying to sleep -- it's just not needed. 

I finally got around to telling her that last night.  I.e. - "can you turn down that music?" She whimpered in response saying, it's as low as it could go.  And I said it, I said, "do you really need music on when I'm trying to sleep?"  I mean, is that so much to ask, is that really a selfish thing to inquire? 

Her hesitance at even complying with that small request makes me hesitant myself at what to do to ask her to take her computer out into the lobby when I'm trying to sleep.  I mean, she takes her laptop with her to her friends rooms at other times, why couldn't she when I'm trying to sleep?  I don't think she realizes how loud her typing is. 

I feel like punching a punching bag's lights out, if that tells you how angry I am.  I'm anxious during the day time in classes and stressed when I come back to my room which should be my haven yet all I hear is clicking..clicking..clicking.  I am angry about it but I never show it.  This needs to change.