My gf broke up with me. I'm torn open right now. I need a friend...

To whomever did this to third floor Putnam, you my friend have summoned a greater power to do this. Not only is the smell so toxic it burns my nostrils at the slightest scent, but it also has started to erode my skin. I feel as if my nose hairs are falling out each time I open my door. Please, for god's sake make it stop. I lost any sort of appetite that I had today. If this continues to linger through these halls I'll be forced to coat the carpet in the only thing that is stronger than it, an orphan's tears.
Love, a fellow Putnamite.

95% of my time sitting on the toilet is spent on iFunny.

When I go to classes I feel so worthless. I love my major and what I'm eventually going to do with it, but I came late to the program so everyone already has friend groups and it doesn't seem like they want to make any new friends. I try my hardest and sometimes it seems like I'm finally making friends, but the next day no one will talk to me. It's like they only bother talking with me when they don't have anyone else, and as soon as a friend comes along they don't even bother ending the conversation, they just leave. It drives me crazy and I'm sick of all of them.

Whoever is shooting off fireworks behind Sutherland must really be stressed about finals week. Good way to blow off some steam I guess.

So many people all obsessing and fussing over a stupid fucking plant...god, people are dumb.

I shouldn't have to ask people to be quiet in a silent study area. Where is the respect? There are designated group study places. And it's NOT in the SILENT study areas!

Zach G, I've never been more aroused than when I saw you walking around in your boxers. A man that comfortable with himself deserves me. You can hurricane Glocke me anytime ;)