I don’t want to go to college for another six years.
I want to be a housewife.
I wanna do all of the chores and errands and work hard making everything perfect for me and my breadwinning spouse of medium level income. I want to bake bread and pastries all day, and to wear cute aprons like a mom, with my hair in a bun, but to also have cute frilly dresses to have mock fancy balls and tea parties with my friends of saturday nights. I want to grow my own food and flowers in pretty little garden patches and host thanksgiving family reunions and birthday parties for nieces and nephews and be “famous” for my cheese dip. I want to comfort my spouse when they have a bad day and to spend date nights watching anime and listening to music and playing vidya like when we were young, and I want to be able to devote time to all different kinds of hobbies and crafts.
That’s the kind of person I want to be when I grow up.
I’m an adult.
It’s been almost a year, but it still fucks me up.