My pregnant belly is her new pillow.
The tunnel of love
Word of advice from an older millennial. A xennial, if you will: Don’t ever dwell on existential questions.
Why are you here? No one can possibly know.
What is your purpose? Iono. Do what you want.
What is the meaning of life? Geniuses have pondered that question for thousands of years. You’re not going to figure it out sitting in the car in your apartment’s parking garage.
I’m going to tell you a secret: knowing the answers to these questions wouldn’t make your life easier. You’d still have to work for a living, you’d still have to deal with people you don’t like, you’d still experience heartache, and Kylie Jenner would still be making almost 1 billion dollars doing God knows what. Soak up as much good shit as you can while you’re here and try your best to bear through the hard parts (so you can get to the good shit). Have all types of awesome sex. Or watch Netflix, whatever turns you on. Eat Cheetos. Spend time alone. Spend time with friends. Get pregnant. Go childless. Be single. Get married twice. Go to school. Drop out. There are so many things you can do on this planet before you kick the bucket, and asking yourself if reality is really real is a waste of time.
You’re FINE. I promise.
