I just... I don't even know what I'm doing. Like, my studio is tiny and I wake up, make coffee, go to work, make MORE coffee for OTHER people, then come home and it's just... the baby. Always the baby. And I love her, I really do, but all day I'm like "what do I want to BE" and there are a million things but I can't pick ONE. How am I supposed to figure this out when I can barely afford ramen and my whole life is just... changing diapers. It’s too much. It’s all just TOO much.