Dear Roommies.

Dear Roommies,

It's been a long summer. A summer without you. It's also been a long semester, but full of lots of love and fun times. What should have been my last semester. Ever since we parted our ways, I feel like my soul has departed Berkeley with yall. When people say "it's not the same without u", it's really hitting me hard right now. i stopped smiling. my heart is empty. things that use to excite me, no longer excites me. people that i use to love seeing, i dread seeing. i snap so quickly now. Riding in anyone's car isn't the same as seeing Pink Milo, QB, and new bear. Going to Ici isn't the same when there's no one nagging u to go all the time. Coming home isn't the same when there isn't Kim already being in bed, J-Pham on the couch with the computer, Diane falling asleep in front of her laptop.

I became kinda antisocial. i no longer care to take time to make time for ppl. i stopped writing things down into my planner and just go with the flow. if i remember it, that's great. if i don't, doesn't matter. berkeley isn't the same place for me as it was these past 4 years. i wish i would have graduated. moved on. im at the pt of moving on. and i feel like im stuck. Paris is great opportunity. yadi yadi yada. but i've been longing for the homeland. i've never missed my family this much before and i dont know where it's coming from. i'm just ready for a change. and instead of being in a foreign country, if i can go back, i would really just rather spend 6 months with my family in thailand. Better yet, i wish u all were here. my berkeley family loves me...i know, and it use to be enough...until a large chunk of it left berkeley. And i really wish i woulda left with yall.

P.S. I hate it when other ppl use my backscratcher. I am also bringing it with me to Paris.

Love,
Roommie