We need to talk, Penn State Housing.

We've been in this relationship for the past three and a half years and we've finally reached the point of no return. When we started out, things were great. Dorm living was so fresh and exciting. It was a whirlwind of emotion and I was so swept up in you. I trusted you, Penn State Housing, and you knew that ... you knew that.

I filled out that roommate contract like I had signed my name in blood. I'd write our names together in my notebook during psychology class with little hearts and rainbows. I knew we'd be together forever.

Then, sophomore year, you grew a little distant. So distant, you tried to kick me out of my own room.

It hurt when I had to tell my friends the only reason you took me back was because I have horrible seasonal allergies and an air conditioner wouldn't fit in a supplemental room window.

You got a little bossy and tried to push me around and tell me where to live, and that just wasn't cool, Penn State Housing. Not cool. Especially because it was your fault for letting in too many incoming freshmen.

But we worked through that rough patch. We were in it to win it, not just some flimsy little fling.

This was the real deal. We became so close, I couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

Everyone thought I was crazy for sticking it out with you, but they just didn't understand us. We were a team. Best friends. You learned to deal with all my quirks, and for my junior year, you even let ME decide where I wanted to live.

I was thrilled to say the least and saw this as a big stepping stone in our relationship. You trusted me enough to make that decision and everyone was happy.

This turning point went over so well, I decided right then and there that I would stay with you for one more year.

Yes, for my senior year, I would choose to stick with you, Penn State Housing, and live in a dorm.

And what did you do? Tore my heart in two, that's what.

I put all my trust in you and what happened? You stick me in supplemental with seven of my closest enemies and tell me the allergy excuse won't cut it anymore.

The fact that I remained with you for so long meant nothing to you.

My devotion and all that dough I dished out for three years meant nothing. Nothing! You acted like you didn't even know me. I began to feel like you weren't the same university department I fell in love with. You tried to console me, but your heart wasn't in it.

Then it became clear to me there was someone else in the picture.

Someone new and naïve and ready to fall in love for the first time. I begged and pleaded with you not to end it.

Finally out of annoyance more than anything, you gave me a housing contract. But just so that you could get the last laugh.

You stuck me in the Penn State Siberia that is Pollock.

You relegated me to living with people who write unbelievably clever messages on each others' white boards and can't even drink alcohol in public places yet. Everything I've done for you and this is the thanks I get?

So you don't get to break up with me, Penn State Housing. Oh no, I get to break up with you. After next semester, I'm out of here. Gone. Peace out. These twisted mind games have gone on long enough.

But don't you worry about me, Penn State Housing, because I'll be just fine without you. Because really, it's not you, it's me, right? See you never. Love, Erin.

Erin Prah is the Web Chief at The Daily Collegian. She is a senior majoring in journalism and her e-mail address is eep5004@psu.edu.