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“I love this twenty-five-year-old me, and I’m not mad at her for trying too hard. This is the diary of a young artist with no money and few prospects. She’s just moved into yet another shabby warehouse and she’s in love with her best friend, who appears to be in love with everyone but her. From the outside, things look dismal, but her life is brimming with possibility. Sometimes she even knows it.”

In some ways, this is very charming. But it also may prove that Portland hipsters are indeed as insufferable as imagined. But it does feel authentically nostalgic and young.