What?!

“what am I doing with my life?” I wonder as I lie on the floor of my bedroom, staring up at the ceiling.

“WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?!” I scream standing in the dead center of my parents’ backyard. I am pulling at my hair, tears are falling from my eyes.

“What am I doing with my life?” I sigh, chuckling at my friend’s joke.

-A tale of post-grad anxiety