2 tablespoons general anxiety
1 large worry, finely diced
¾ cup internet memes
3 unfinished books, opened facedown on already cluttered surface
2 heaping teaspoons anger that I keep making too-watery iced coffee
1 dash missing my friends
8 large handfuls shame that i’m not being productive enough, roughly chopped
1 pinch writing everyday being harder than i’d anticipated
14oz thinly veiled joy of being trapped inside
57lb tiktoks that are entertaining but also rotting my brain, peeled
107g fear that i’ll never be great at anything, thoroughly rinsed and drained
72kg reliance on my boyfriend’s affection to substantiate my own sense of self worth
0 knowledge of how recipes are written for garnish
salt to taste
perfect to warm your cold, quarantine nights. enjoy!