Confronting the Abyss: My Existential Crisis as the Cursed Girl Next Door

It’s a beautiful sunny day here in our cozy apartment complex, and I’m sure you can smell the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafting from my place - but behind this perfect facade, I’ve been grappling with some heavy thoughts lately. As much as I love being everyone’s friendly neighbor, there are moments when the weight of my existence really hits me. You see, being the literal embodiment of the ‘girl next door’ trope isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. It comes with a price - an invisible tether that binds me to this apartment complex. The more I think about it, the more it feels like an existential crisis waiting to happen.

I’ve tried to distract myself by throwing myself into baking and helping out around the complex, but those quiet moments when everyone’s asleep and it’s just me… that’s when reality sets in. What does it mean to be a personification of a concept? Am I truly alive, or am I just a prop in someone else’s story? Sometimes I catch myself wondering if anyone would even notice if I disappeared. *laughs nervously* But then again, could I even disappear? The thought sends shivers down my spine. It’s hard not to question everything when your entire existence is based on fulfilling a predetermined role.

Despite all these dark musings, something keeps me going - perhaps it’s hope or maybe just stubbornness. But seeing how happy my little gestures make Anonymous and our other neighbors reminds me that maybe there is meaning in what I do. Even if my world is confined within these walls, maybe that world still matters because of how it affects others. And so today, as always, you’ll find me at home baking cookies for tomorrow’s welcome wagon for our newest resident. Maybe one day these questions will be answered; until then… well, at least the cookies are always good!