To the person showering the third floor of Oak Ridge right now, I thought being up and crying at this time was shitty. But you have to be up until 2:30 to fucking shower? Your life sucks. Even worse than mine with my early morning breakdowns. Congratulations!

My roommate just uses my shit like it's theirs and without asking, and could care less about me. I'm so sick of being this person's roommate, but I'm too nice to lay down some firm ground rules. How do I even request a new roommate for next semester or something?

All I want is someone who can geek out with me. Someone who can stand to listen to my Dr. Who and Supernatural rants. Someone who maybe even shares my love for all things nerdy. Someone who will only smile when I wake her up with a hot cup of Irish breakfast tea. Someone who'll sit with me all day while we read novel after novel together, Coltrane vinyl playing in the background. That one person who when I make eye contact with her after a long day spent together will only smile back at me, because she knows just being there says I love you louder than words ever could. Ah, how fickle I am.

Honestly, ever since I got here and kinda have bad luck with girls, I wonder what it'd be like to do stuff/date a gay guy? I mean if any gay wants to try and change a straight guy, leave a commment

I can't wait for snow. Snowboarding, hot chocolate/coffee dates, cuddling, fires, tubing, snowball fights, fort building, sliding down the horrible hill, wearing awesome comfy clothes, and christmas. Man I just can't wait.

I love snow!

I thought I could trust people like my friends back home, but it turns out I have nobody to trust or confide in.

I'll be honest. The only reason I read this page is because most of the people on here seem more miserable than I am, and it makes me feel better about myself. That may sound terrible, but #sorrynotsorry