So extremely lonely and depressed.
Having tacos tomorrow. Yay. At my mom’s. Wouldn’t make tacos at my apartment, I don’t make food there.
Wish I could turn back time to Denver and leave it again. And when I left, things would happen the way they were supposed to. I’d build my life quickly. Move abroad, to Italy or Spain, try again. Build a new life, successfully this time, no college. Or set up base here but be able to travel frequently. The first option is the most realistic and also the most desirable. These last 5 months would be happy and hopeful months filled with content and purpose, instead of pointless and dead.
But moving abroad, even though it’s the most realistic option of the two, isn’t realistic. I can’t figure out how to do it and I’ve no one who has good ideas about it who I can plan it with.
What if I win New York?
Dare to dream