Dear Diary,
I had a quarter life crisis last night. Maybe I should move to LA, not to be near Jeremy but to figure out what life looks like without him. You know, leave my comfort zone and find myself.
Is there a line between running away from your problems and running toward your new self? What’s personal growth and what’s immaturity? Should I take the road of least resistance or the road less traveled? Fuck, how am I supposed to know these things? It’s not like I have parents or mentors to teach me.
Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to older men—deeply rooted Daddy issues. I want someone to hold me and tell me everything is gonna be okay...I really shouldn’t go out tonight. I know I’m vulnerable. I feel like I’m two seconds away from crying or fucking someone. It all depends on who looks at me and in what way.
Maybe I should hang out with my friends...but I low-key feel like they want to fuck me too.
-🤷🏼♀️
