So sophomore year has arrived, bringing with it new friends, new roommates, new professors, and a whirlwind of new emotions. While I’ve never quite prided myself on being the most emotionally secure person I know, I wish I could say that I have my life under control; but alas, I am once again the prisoner of my own mind and soul.
While I unconditionally love the three gay men I live with, it does become hard at times being the only girl in the room. Whenever we throw parties, I have an amazing time, but usually I’m the only straight one there, leaving me alone at the end of the night.
It’s hard for me to complain when I have the three best roommates I could ask for, but every once in a while I would love to hang out with someone… well, someone I can take to bed.