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I was reading some of my old posts, it made me think about how things used to be, about mike, drew, jesse, dan, christina, stephanie...... most of whom are lost to me now. people that my world once revolved around, now it seems strange to write the names of strangers. i was talking to christina the other day and i didn't recognize the person sitting across from me.
i just worked really hard to get right back to the fucking middle, now i realize that if i had stayed at home with my grandmother, taken mikes advice (started set designing), stayed friends with valuable people who are not drug addicts, i would have started school two years ago, i would be designing sets instead of paying off car loans (for the record mike was right about not buying the car too). but to those of you who actually care enough to be reading this, im sorry, i sacrificed all my friendships for a man and a dream of being mundane, i owe myself an apology also, and i accept, i start FIDM next month, i move to LA in 10 months. im getting out of the middle.
i just worked really hard to get right back to the fucking middle, now i realize that if i had stayed at home with my grandmother, taken mikes advice (started set designing), stayed friends with valuable people who are not drug addicts, i would have started school two years ago, i would be designing sets instead of paying off car loans (for the record mike was right about not buying the car too). but to those of you who actually care enough to be reading this, im sorry, i sacrificed all my friendships for a man and a dream of being mundane, i owe myself an apology also, and i accept, i start FIDM next month, i move to LA in 10 months. im getting out of the middle.