Well, you think you’re lost but you actually seem pretty on schedule to me, although I can imagine it might be hard for you to see that. But you know what? How about try? How about accept the fact that you don’t know what to do, where to live, or who you are right now? It’s okay not to know. I order you to stop reading this immediately and tell yourself the following: “I am totally fucking lost and have no idea what I should do about it.” Now take a deep breath. If you need to, say it again. Ok now you can continue reading. I don’t know any of the answers to your questions. All cities suck sometimes, and sometimes they do the opposite, it’s not the city. It’s not the job. It’s not the boy or the shoes or the album. But try all those things because maybe I’m wrong. Fuck, I am wrong. Sometimes it is the album! My dumb advice is to surrender to not knowing and see what happens. It’s tricky to really believing it but you’ll get there eventually I think. Especially because you’re writing to an advice column. The bottom can’t be too far from here. BOO YA!

I seriously love you, for real,