>Freshman year. Make 5 new friends right off the bat
>Near end of freshman year, lose 3
>2 move to phoenix, both hate me.
>1 moves somewhere else doesn't tell me where.
>Sophmore year, lose another friend b/c she doesn't have time to hang
>Have 1 last friend, she was my GF, but then we broke up
>Is this my fault?
I feel like i've been lied to. I've been told that i'll have friends for life from college. I'm a junior and i'm feeling more alone than ever. i make the most honest attempts to make connections, I speak out in relevant conversations. I get some numbers. I text them. No response. EVER. This is burdening. What is the point?

Can someone please define what friendship is. Because i don't even know what it is anymore.

On halloween grind on me came so i had to do the dance from the vines.. little did i know there was a hot curling iron on the ground...now i have a fishnet tight burn on my thigh...and i was sober....FML

The truth is, I miss you a lot and I hate that I no longer know the sound of your voice. I miss your arms around me and I miss your love. You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me and lately, knowing that I let you go, makes me really sad.

I really only hang out with my boyfriend. He's my absolute best friend and I wouldn't trade him for the world. But I'm so lonely friend wise. I don't like making friends with his friends because I feel like an outsider. But I don't wanna ditch him to go talk to new people. Ugh. Antisocial problems ...

I am a single white male searching for a single African women. I don't like any other types of women, and want to come home to a sweet, soul baby every night...and in case you're wondering I got the soul too--and can shake it like a salt shaker--lend me some sugar, I am yo neighbor!!! But really, I know you are out there my queen and I hope to find you soon:) Sincerely, The White Guy

I had sex for the first time with a cute guy, and he let me sleep in at his place while he went to work. When I woke up, I had to go number two, but after I did, I realized that his toilet was broken and wouldn't flush. I didn't want him to see my poop, so I scooped it out and put it in a plastic bag that I found under the sink so I could throw it outside. Before I left, I wrote him a note with my name and number saying thanks for a great night, put it on the kitchen counter, and left. But right when I closed the door, I realized that I'd forgotten the bag of poop on the counter! I was already locked out, so there was nothing I could do but have a panic attack. I obviously never heard back from him again.

In one month, my boyfriend will be deployed. Because of his job, I know he will not return. There's an 8% chance survival rate. But he always tells me that somebody's got to do the job, and it might as well be him. He's the bravest man I know, and I wish I could spend the rest of my life with him. But I wake up crying and screaming every night because I know he won't be around for much longer.

What the fuck is it with people getting so butt hurt about opening doors for people, and wanting to be thanked or some bullshit? Are there really so many fucking assholes at this school?