- Jun 8, 2021
- 10h 3m
When I first arrived at university I was delusional and thought I could live the stereotypical American college experience of sex, parties and what not. I was an outcast in high school, but thought this was a chance for change, wrong. I downloaded Tinder, made up my profile how everyone tells you to and received no matches, not even a fucking bot. I ended up deleting the app out of anger and frustration. I thought that was the end, but nope. I was then mogged like hell in class because all the guys around me talked to their friends about all the girls they fucked over the weekend at parties. I then got the dumb idea to attend one of these parties by myself...what a horrible decision, don't ever do it and heed my word of warning. I got there, I was suprised they even let me in, but after I went in the music was so loud I couldn't even hear myself talk. I started drinking, but didn't finish because absolutely nobody wanted to talk to me, I even had a drink thrown at me from someone in the crowd. I puked on the floor because there was so much alcohol in my drink which I think they did it on purpose just to kick me out. When I got back from to my dorm I was mogged by my roommates because they were showing each other videos of them dancing with slutty girls and bragging about getting head (at least they didn't bring the sluts back with them). I was in a single dorm so I could just shut myself in my dorm, but that didn't keep me from hearing the chads across the hall plowing foids every weekend. I was so happy when the pandemic hit and I was able to take all of my classes online at home. Unfortunately, I have one more year left and it's all in person this Fall.