I have no idea where to even begin. When I first met you, I thought living together would be cool. We were interested in some of the same stuff, and you seemed normal. Boy, was I wrong. You are so incredibly needy. Get your self some friends, and stop talking to me. I don’t want to walk into my room to be bombarded by a the same list of small talk questions I was hit with the previous day. I come back to relax, not to talk to you. Also, as much as you think you are a league ahead of my intelligence, I don’t need your help in any subject. Stop thinking that your highschool experience has somehow made you good enough to tutor me. Take the anything but subtle hints that I don’t need you. At all. There is something you need though… A sense of hygiene. What in your pasty white head makes you think that going a week with no showering is acceptable? I do have a nose, and I can smell the awful odor you emit all too easily. If that was not enough, your bizarre addiction to Chinese food, and your hoarding of left overs has made our dorm a sauna. Only this sauna consists of your habitual farting, and the rotting food you cannot seem to notice. Yes, that white stuff on your pizza is mold. No, you should not eat it. In fact, you should not eat for a while. It would not to hurt shed a few pounds. That way when you sit there listening to your annoying collection of extremely main stream music, you won’t look AS pathetic when your neck folds over four times. What the hell is with you sitting around in your underwear anyways? Do you really need to take off your pants the second you open the door? No. There is no reason to. Get a grip with reality, no one likes you because you are weird. Not the good quirky weird, the disgusting “don’t touch that hobo” kind of weird.