cottagecore please

My 2020 quarantine coping mechanisms seem to change weekly. First, it was packing a go-bag in case I had to go survive in the woods. Then, it was hitting Bumble hard, the sexting so powerful and frequent I had to break hourly from work. Most recently, it’s obsessively growing my plant collection between telehealth therapy appointments, during which I imagine my therapist writing concerned notes about the growing indoor jungle visible behind me. I’m single, I’m 28, I’ve lived through two economic crises, and I just want the 2020 cottagecore life of everyone’s dreams...thank you for reading my dating profile, swipe accordingly