December 21, 2004
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…too sober for my own good…
It’s 6am and I’m fuckin’ awake. I just got back from a “party” that was meant to celebrate our going abroad, but we all wound up drinking a lot, and unfortunately for me, sobering up far too quickly for my own good…I heard everything, I saw everything, and I felt every sliver of pain there was to feel in this world…
I won’t go into the details of tonight, but I am glad that I’m getting the fuck out of Berkeley. This semester has been drama filled and I do not want anything to do with it anymore. More importantly, I’m getting the fuck out of the US and away from all this bullshit. Instead of this being a happy send off, this night has turned my last couple of days in Berkeley into nightmares that I desperately need to wake up from. I’m done. As of Wednesday, I’m done with all of this, and I want nothing to do with it ever. I don’t play games, I don’t fuck around. If that’s what people want, they should fuckin’ go and buy a Monopoly set or a whore, whatever floats your fuckin’ boat, but leave me the fuck alone. The End.
