‘I Feel Hopeless About Everything’

All of your guiding beliefs are inaccurate and they're making you miserable.

At the Window (1872) by Winslow Homer

Polly,

I'm writing to you with a whole fuckload of bullshit. I know 22 is an age that’s conducive to a lot of drama and handwringing over not knowing what you want, but here I am anyway, handwringing because I don't know what I want. I know I need to fix myself and be something palatable, something worth being proud o…