Dear Paramount 3800

I think we both know that this was coming. I wish I could say this was hard for me to write but then I would be lying. I was a naïve sophomore who had her fill of living on campus so I decided for my last two years I would live off campus. When we first met, I was blown away and was excited to see how our relationship would unfold. I was so happy about coming to live there I would brag about you whenever I got the chance. With your huge space, decent pricing, three pools, and a full-sized gym, plus there was a bus that went to campus. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. However, when it came to moving in, I quickly realized you had pulled the wool over my eyes and I had been taken for a fool.

That's why it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that I can say we are over!

It has been three miserable weeks living here with you all and I can't stand it anymore. You have proven time and time again that my concerns and welfare are of no concern to you. You continue weaving your lies hoping that I will keep giving you another chance to prove you are willing to change. Well, I'm here to tell you no more! I no longer want to see or hear from you ever again. If you're confused about how this all came about, let me enlighten you.

It all started on move-in day. I was excited, if not a little nervous, to be moving into such a new place all by myself. I waited in line until I could get my keys and open the doors on my new adventure. I was even more ecstatic when I found out I would be living by myself and wouldn't have to worry about dealing with another bad roommate. My first clue should have been when I walked up to the desk and discovered my keys had been misplaced. However, I again gave you the benefit of the doubt and reasoned it's just a small hiccup - they must have a lot of residents, and that it wasn't a big deal. Everything changed when I opened the door to my room. The place was a horrific mess and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The carpet was covered with hair and dead bugs, stains everywhere, a stove that had never been cleaned, the toilet flooding every time it was flushed, broken furniture.... the list goes on and on. I tried to rationalize it saying this couldn't be my apartment because you chose our move-in date specifically to give you time to clean the place up.

I, along with my mom and brother, drove to the office to speak with you only to discover I wasn't the only one you had tricked. Seeing no other option we drove to the store to get supplies to clean the place because my mother had to go back home the same day. After we cleaned and cleaned, we came to talk to you again when we ran into a friend of yours who said they could help. Unlike you, they seemed sincerely sorry for what I was going through and said they would talk to you to get everything figured out. Believing this to be true, I headed back home hoping that when I came back it would be good as new. I tried to look on the bright side that your positives outweighed the negatives. I came back once again to discover I was played for a fool.

Later, you sent out a message trying to explain your behavior and justify your excuses a couple of days ago. But I can say that it is too late! I've had enough of your emotional manipulation and won't stand for it any longer. Oh, and just in case you think you can try and lure me back in, I'm here to tell you I've already found someone new. I won't tell you who they are cause they don't deserve to be caught up in your mess.

Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me, fool me three times and you better watch out. So with my utmost conviction I can say "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together!"

Sincerely,

Hayley Samulski