Eurotrip with my friends was amazing. Partying in abandoned warehouses in east Berlin. Having sex with an italian stranger in a club.
It's just real life and getting a job. I feel so claustrophobic back at home with my mum screaming at me to eat something. The freedom of having friends who don't give a fuck what you eat (or don't) and doing whatever you want, whenever you want. Resisting the temptation to buy expensive drugs or fuck exotic strangers.
God, I hate reality.