Way to run from someone you know is better than you, Marc. I got into college because I got a 31 on my ACTs, not because my dad wrote a letter? Huh? Using the tired, lameass excuse "you pay for your friends" really must hurt inside when you get drunk with the same two people once a week in some miserable apartment or your parents house, while I'm at a crazy ass party twice or more every weekend. Sorry that our house is crawling with girls so hot that you couldn't even look at them on the internet without needing a new pair of Batman underoos.
You're definitely not one to make accusations of being unhealthy. I gained weight, so what? I stopped playing sports and came to college. As big as I am, I've still gotten laid in one week a thouand times more than you have in the last six months. You and knisely can talk as much shit as you want from your parents house or his basement cave, but the thing is... I actually get results. What do you do, scoop up on Brians ex girlfriend (gross.... sorry Brian) or whine and bitch about how Brandon fucks and leaves all the girls you like? Sorry that the lightest girl you've ever put your three inch cock into weighed more than you do, that's tough to find in a girl.
In the end, the only person who gives a shit about what you say or think is You. Nobody is laughing with you, everyone is laughing at you. In fact, it's probably best if you actually "clicked the ignore button", because I've never seen an effective come back come from your computer. This way, everyone can just laugh at you while you weep silently into your child security blanket. Pussy.