The last year and a half I’ve spent in LA has been a failure. I’d be lying if I said otherwise.
I had high expectations for myself, and for my life, by moving out here. Now that the time has passed, I’m just disappointed.
All the work I’ve done writing since junior year of college has more or less gone to a waste.
I don’t really have anything to show for it lol.
All I think about is what could have been if things had gone right.
But the only thing I can do now is let go of that future.
Most people write to remember.
I’m writing to forget.