Posting barely several hours after the first post. Great. But honestly though, I have a lot to get off my chest, a lot to say. First off, a little introduction. I am a 22 year old transfer student at UCSD living in the Village transfer housing. I have been here for a year, and during that first year it was nothing but pain and misery. But I knew that was what I was in for because I gave up everything just to go to UCSD. I gave up all my friends and the woman I love, the woman of my dreams just to be here. I kept telling myself that going to UC San Diego instead of San Francisco State was for the best, that I was doing something for myself, what a stupid fool I was.
During my first year here, my racist piece of shit roommate by the name of Bobby Nguyen, disrespected my parents just because they were Chinese. I told my suite mates about it, and with the exception of one, they sided with that bastard. Needless to say, my year was ruined. In the end though, I got my revenge. I managed to silence and humble Alex Fish, I destroyed Benjamin Chang's life, and ruined that bastard Bobby's future. Revenge was sweet, but the realization that it was a pyrrhic victory set in.
Alex, Ben, and Bobby were the ones that kept bringing female friends back, but their female friends were always interested and intrigued in me. I never gave those girls the time of day to leave them interested, never letting them pay attention to the Three Stooges. It really pissed those three off. Ben started to insult Alex because he had body hair and Ben didn't (LOLWUT?) I guessed that it was because Ben felt physically inferior and needed a scapegoat on why girls weren't interested in him. (He was a misogynistic fat idiot) Bobby became fucking pissed when he found out his little sister was attracted to me. Alex Fish, the jock, the high school football team running back, fell silent when more and more girls became interested in me, the nerd. This was just one of the tactics I used to get my revenge. It worked, I won, but what was it all for? I destroyed those bastards' egos, but what about all those girls? They were interested in me, ME! Each and every one was absolutely beautiful, and I merely used them as weapons, as collateral damage. I could be with one of them right now, but instead I went down this sick path of revenge. I realized this two days after everyone moved out, and I broke down into tears. Now I'm here all alone on a friday night, just the first of many.
The only suite mate that didn't screw me over was a guy by the name of Ian Applegate Olson. He's a nice guy, intelligent and hard working. He was reluctant to help me at first, because I wasn't "cool", but he came to his senses later on. Ian, if you somehow stumble upon this somewhere, some day, I want you to know that I appreciate you for being a good person, thank you.
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