Sarcasm transfers so well through text.

Lecture halls are awkward. 

Especially when people are trying to squeeze through to get to the empty seats in the middle row and there’s basically two inches of space for them to squeeze through and you’re just getting too close too quickly and it’s like do I even know your name? no but your knees are basically caressing mine.

Saying hi in the hallways is awkward. 

I thought it was normal to say hi to people in your dorm hall since you’re basically living with them but then some people look the other direction or take their phone out to avoid eye contact and it’s like water u doin’ I’m not Medusa. (OKAY AND THEN THIS ONE TIME I said hi to this guy but he was still like ten feet away and I was like COME ON SHAYMA that was just you’re fucking fault.) 

Holding the door open for people is awkward. 

I understand holding the door when someone isn’t far from you and not holding it when someone’s really far but what if  a person is kinda-ish far away. Like I’ve already made eye contact with that person so now I could either be like DEUCES and slam the door or be awkward and hold the door for the guy that’s kinda-ish a mile away. 

Also, accidentally touching a stranger’s leg for more than three full seconds is awkward. 

Well that’s fucking self explanatory. 

God college. 

I don’t like the teachers. 

I don’t like that I’m not making any new friends. 

I don’t like the 15 hills and the 9176348761 steps I have to take to get to class and back.

“BUT GOD MY ASS WILL LOOK SO GREAT AFTER THIS QUARTER” - Althea

I don’t like how no one knows what ratchet means. 

I don’t like how whenever I facetime my dad, there’s poor connection and the call is dropped. 

I don’t like how wherever I go or whatever I do, there’s always a huge line I have to wait in.

I don’t like the people. 

OH GOD, I ESPECIALLY DON’T LIKE THE PEOPLE. 

I don’t like how there’s no good boba around. Someone asked if I drank boba a lot. I MEAN, DO I BREATHE AIR A LOT?  YES I DRINK BOBA. 

I don’t like how no one understands my humor. 

I don’t like this place.

But at the same time, I don’t think the school’s the issue. I think it’s just me. 

I just miss home. I really really miss home. 

“When you’re in college, stay away from 3 D’s. Drinks, drugs, and dicks.”

in my math class who was really nice to me.  He was so charming and sucha QT.  Anyway, when class ended, I watched him leave and noticed that he was wearing CROPPED. CARGO. PANTS. UGH. If I knew he was wearing some damn cropped cargo pants I WOULD’VE NEVER FALLEN IN LOVE. 

But the damage is done. 

I’ve fallen to deep.