I'm wasting my life. I didn't do anything, I just--sat around waiting for my friends to come back into town, and then they'd leave and I'd start all over again. It's all I've done for years.

( he didn't really think that this bothered him that much, honestly, until more recent events. nick does so much more here, than he's ever done with himself, but lately it's felt distinctly finite in a way that just stokes the anxiety that's already there. )

This place is like, the worst thing that's ever happened to me. But like, is it worth it? Maybe? I don't know.