“You weren’t like this before, what’s wrong with you?”

“Please, stop overthinking, take some time, be happy.”

“You’ve already had so much, good school, good grades, don’t ruin it my dear. You’re supposed to get into a top uni, top 10, 20, or 30 is good as well.”

“Is that the cost of being too smart? I never felt anything like that.”

“Nothing is wrong with you… Look at your parents—they had it much harder and didn’t fall apart.”

“Another poetic rich kid here. Petit-bourgeois leftist fever.”


“Okay, that may all be true. But it’s just another me, the pause-needed version.”