“It is the end of my vacation to New York.
I am sitting at the Standard hotel grill with my father, in a maroon laise booth, maroon and pale yellow geometric floor patterns, remembering how I felt here only a few days ago.
I hate myself for being such a lost romantic in a hopelessly fast world. I want to preserve time and be here a little longer before my life starts moving again and picks me up with it’s frantic pace.
Have the utmost faith in yourself that you’re one of a kind and that you will not fail if you are consistently working hard. Every good thing has to come to a bittersweet end, so don’t be too affected, darling.”
living in an apartment for the first time, learning to consistently cook for myself
breaking up with the guy i had dated since 8 weeks into college
sunny and lonely in west los angeles
writing in my journal, complaining to myself on those nights that I felt like I wasn’t where I wanted to be
picking up my phone and pulling up your contact, but never sending a message- because it was hard but I knew I needed to push through the challenge to gain clarity