Berkeley

I remember a time when I loved everything here.

I still do. Except, I've learned a lot about the things I used to love.
I don't like the town because it's dirty and filled with weird people you'd expect to see in the Twilight Zone. The homeless are creepy and some are mentally ill. Walking home is like walking the plank, along the way, you'll get leered at, cat calls, "spare change", and dirty punk kids.

The thing that affects me most is the people. I don't feel like this is a in the heat of the moment thing, but an actual realization about my friends here. They're not the true friends you make. A lot of people agree with me on this. People don't really make friends here. We're like acquaintances who know each other really well.

I heard that my roomate was raging last night and throwing things. Mad at me I guess. She has no right. I don't care. I've tried being nice. I'm not going to talk to her anymore. I can't wait to just move out. It's all her fault that this is the way things turned out. Also, I may have found a roomate for next year. But I want to avoid all this drama, so I'd rather just live by myself.