On the inside, it had been easier to ignore that the world had moved on. I’d been a fuck-up in the company of fellow fuck-ups—and together we could almost forget how much we’d derailed our own lives. But now that I was in the real world, I was surrounded by people who were not fuck-ups, people who spent their days doing more substantial things than simply letting time pass. They held down jobs, got degrees, bought houses, wrote books, lived their lives.
