Zoe Deutsch. (№ 454139)

I think I'm close to... or already going through a quarter-life crisis. And I can't help it. The only thing left for me is to “catch the wave”. There are a lot of existential thoughts in my head. What does all of this mean? How did we get here? Why do we exist on this planet? I constantly have to pull myself up, they say: “Zoey, just stop.”