I want to go home

I'm going to ask you for just one minute to see things from my perspective.
I'm a college student who is living far away from everyone who proved to me they are trust worthy. I'm cold and damp and the only comfort I get is when I listen to rock music.
Rock music reminds me of my dad. It reminds me of the KISS concert, the day after Thanksgiving when we hung up lights, whenever my car needed work he would teach me, a quick clean up around the house before mom came home, any heavy lifting, 4-H, and of course John Wayne. The truth is, that when I lived in the valley, I never appriciated the time I spent with my dad. I never understood the special bond between and father and daughter, but now while I'm here, alone, thats all I want. I want my daddy. I want the comfort of a big daddy bear hug and his dorky smile when I say something sarcastic, and his calm voice. I love my dad.
I don't think my roommates appeciate it much that I blare KISS and Van Halen, but, to put it frankly, they can suck it.
Speaking of roomates, I've had some troubles. Kelsey, the girl who actually shares the bedroom with me has made me want to jump off the balcony. At first, we were really good friends and we told each other everything. She and I bonded over a lot of similar experiences. Recently, she haas been really mean. She says things that are rude and inconciderate and she did something that made me loose all faith in her.
See, Kelsey loves making treats for people she wants to butter up. She says its service but we all know that its only service to herself. Well, its not uncommon for her to ask me to help her deliver and I always do. This time she wanted me to deliver a plate of peanut butter things to one of our home teachers, Jordan Waite. She and Jordan have a love hate relationship. She is always mean to him and he puts up with it. I don't know. Its confusing. Anyway I went and delivered it and we had a pleasant conversation. He saw that there was a letter enclosed in the plate of treats and he said, "there is probably a nasty note in here from Kelsey isn't there?" and I just nodded. anyway we said our goodbyes and I went back to my apartment. When i got back in Kelsey asked me what took so long and I just said that Jordan and I were talking. Then she looked at me and said "dont be mad okay?" and I said... "okkkaay" Aparently, in the note she gave Jordan, it said that I was abusive and that I need to meet with the bishop for my violent behavior.
When she told me that, I felt like such a fool. 1. I trusted her 2. I had just walked into a trap so incredibly blind to everything 3. I had hand delivered this letter to Jordan. I wanted to cry. I was so embarrassed.
Ever since then, I have been avoiding her at all costs. I'm sleeping on the couch now. Well, at least I was until she decided that she wanted to sleep on the couch. That pissed me off because I finally found a spot that I was comfortable and she took it. Anyway I cant wait to get out of here. I hate it.
I thought that being at a Mormon college meant that I would be dealing with a higher class of people but aparently its middle school all over again.