The Quarter Life Crisis of an Ashkenazi Princess

This might seem like a weird title for a journal entry, but it seems like the past few months with Jack have come down to this one weekend. By tomorrow I will officially know if he's lost all interest. Why am I journaling at 1pm on a Saturday, you might ask? Well, I lost my voice yesterday and it still hasn't healed... and I have two parties to attend today. The first is hosted by my cousin, Sophie. This is a prelude to the real deal... Lance Kotler's party, where I will come face to face with the final boss... Jack.  Of course, I need to be able to speak by then. So I've been trying everything today to gain some semblance of a voice back. I'm currently drinking turmeric tea... never thought that would be in my future, but apparently it has anti-inflammatory properties, which my vocal chords desperately need right now. The weirdest/craziest thing happened two nights ago. I ran into Jack at a bar in murray hill, while I was talking to another guy (he was 34 and I was...

I know I shouldn't complain about this as much as I do, but it hurts being single sometimes. It hurts when you talk to a guy and he doesn't feel the need to follow up. It hurts when someone acts like they care about getting to know you but then they leave like the rest of them the second you don't give them sex. At least now, I'm getting better at not having sex with them. Things with Luke didn't work out. I know I haven't even talked about him here before, but it's already over. He's a fuckboy who pretended to want to get to know me. He ended things over the phone with me outside a pizza place at 2am today. "We just don't have a lot in common," he says the night after I refused to go home with him and fuck him.  And Dean? We had an amazing first date but I didn't want to go back and "cuddle" with him, and now I haven't heard from him. I did see all his instagram stories of other girls at the club And so the only guy left,...