It's been a constant battle ever since the day we met in August 2013.

Dear Dorm Bed,

I mean it when I say that we just can't be together. I know we have a long history, but I can't do this anymore. Please don't take it too personally. 

Since I have a twin bed at home, I thought I would have no problem getting used to you when I moved into Dodds Hall last year. I was wrong. 

We shared so many fun times together. I appreciated you for being positioned right next to my mirror so I could do my make up and sit in bed at the same time. I'll never forget all the times you encouraged me to skip class and cuddle with you all morning, but that's not what I need in my life. I need space when I want to sprawl out and you just don't know the meaning of space. 

I despise you for trying to keep me from my friends, because you know how easily persuaded I am when it comes to choosing between napping and any other activity. You tried to separate me from my family by begging me to lay with you, rather than wake up and prepare for their occasional Sunday visits. It's obvious that you're the jealous type because every morning my phone would mysteriously disappear somewhere in the sheets, and I know I didn't put it there. You spent all of my freshman year trying to bring me down and keep me all to yourself, but this year is going to be different.

I'm only about a month into sophomore year and you're already back to your old ways. And just when I thought you couldn't get any worse, you surprised me again. This year you've decided that you want to make my neck and back hurt so that you can get some sort of revenge for all the pain I caused you when I left you for the summer. No matter how little I move throughout the night, somehow my sheets are always a mess when I wake up in the morning. When will you learn some manners? 

I really thought I would be able to get through another year with you, but this is the end. I know that we have to stay together until May, so I will do my best to be civil. But next year when I move into my house, I'm cutting all ties with you. This has gone on too long and you've caused me too much pain (literally). I hope that next year you will find a girl who loves you and whom you will treat her better than you treated me.

I'm sorry, Twin XL dorm bed, it's not a "See you later," it's "Goodbye."