I’ve been getting major bouts of the moving blues this week. I’m going to a town where not only do I not know anybody, but it’s in the armpit of California. Plus I managed to get emotionally attached to a boy who calls me “friend” (which was stupid).
And then I remembered how seriously damn hard I worked to get here in the first place. And I’d be an idiot to want to give it up now. I swear, nostalgia is the worst, and if I conditioned myself to rid my mind of it completely, I would be indestructible.
I still hate moving though.
In one of those moods right now where I feel like I’m gonna be single forever. Definitely having a drink tonight. Three breakups in a year takes a toll on a person.
— Judd Appatow