I used to have a normal life. A nice, happy, boring normal life. I was going to be a doctor. I was going to marry the love of my life. I kept my nose to the grindstone, and I didn't really go out much and do crazy things. A lot of my coworkers thought I was dull, but I didn't care. It was my dull life, and I wouldn't have traded it for anything.
And then, just like that, I fucked it all up. I didn't know that I was going to, but if I could change anything, I wouldn't have gone to that party on the boat. I shouldn't have listened to my fiance to just go out and enjoy myself for once. I should've just stayed home. But I didn't. I decided to go out, and I wish I realized back then that it would become the worst night in my entire life. ( Cut for length )