Chapter 1149 Apartment 202:++3

The dreary weather mirrored my gloomy mood perfectly. It was as if the cloudy evening sky had been computer-generated to highlight how miserable I was. Envisaging myself as the star of a nonexistent movie might've seemed egomaniacal... But the thought wasn't rooted in narcissism. For as long as I could remember, I'd just been obsessed with movies. A lifelong personal interest of mine that not only engulfed my whole childhood but also steered my entire academic life, leading me to the career path I was now traversing. Fueled by a deathless desire to write and direct my own films someday, I'd taken innumerable steps in the hopes that they'd bring me closer to my ultimate goals. Some of which were inconsequential, like starting an unofficial film club in my old high school. Some of which were life-altering, like attending an expensive film school that'd pretty much guaranteed I'd be drowning in student debt for the foreseeable future. Yay. I might've damaged my credit score, but at least I'd earned this fancy piece of paper with my full name on it! Otherwise known as the dusty diploma in my closet. If I sounded extremely cynical, it was because I was dead tired. After yet another hellish day on the production crew of some direct-to-video movie, I felt like I'd gone through the wringer.