life lately: iced coffee, falling back in love with reading, gloomy summer days, heartbreak, eating lots of fruit, feeling anxious about the future, spending time with family, being gentle with myself
did grad school ruin my life? was i stupid to leave everything and everyone i love behind to get a master's degree that i'll probably not use again? was it dumb of me to assume that i could find a job and stay in the USA for a couple years to see if i'd like it or not? do i hate myself for publishing a book and dreaming about pursuing this as a full-time career while i don't have the guts to tell neither my family nor my friends that i'm writing books and it's actually selling well now? i'm just... so lost. i'm almost 25. and i'm tired of myself.
I have become so confused now that when there's a situation in front of me, I don't know if I'm supposed to be understanding and chill with it or reacting like how it actually made me feel.