Quarter Life Crisis

I realized I am turning 25 this year.

Don’t know why I’m still here in this depressing, weather-frantic place on earth.

Don’t know my purpose in life anymore (I used to when I was a student).

Don’t know when the bf is going to get a job.

Don’t know where I’m going to end up with my job.

Don’t know when I’m going to get married.

Don’t even know if I’m fertile.

I’m lost.

I think I want to go to Hawaii.

Maybe if I never care about anyone, life would be easier.

Maybe if I was a bimbotic girl, who only cared about appearance and money, I could snag a rich guy and life would be easier.

Maybe if I was more cruel-hearted, I could get what I want easily.

Don’t know what I want anymore.

I think I’m losing my identity.

Perhaps, I’m PMS-ing, the bf says.

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