no. 44 — Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

I… don’t even know how to begin this one. This whole project started as an attempt to impress Phoebe Bridgers, though it’s ending as something else entirely. I wrote a whole long thing about how my unhealthy obsession with Phoebe Bridgers was over, how it was never about her in the first place but instead a long, drawn out crisis about my future as either someone cool or a corporate drone, but I never posted it. I thought my options were either work for Phoebe Bridgers’s cool record label and be doing something sick and indie and aligned with my interests[1], or take my salaried corporate job…