I hate my life. Things were so much better when I was small and didn't know any better.
One day, the depressing posts from me will end. I swore 2009 would be better than 2008, but if anything, it seems to be getting steadily worse. I don't even know if I've got anything to get worked up about yet.
I can't even fully articulate how deeply upset I'm getting with this transfer.
I can't afford this school. I love this school. I love what it's got to offer me.
I cannot afford it. We're doing a payment plan for this semester and we could barely muster the first payment.
What set me off tonight?
I don't know if I've got a meal plan. This meal plans an additional 2000 dollars that I don't know was included in the price I'm paying for right now. We do not have 2000 dollars. Between myself and my parents we maybe have 800 dollars squirreled away in some bank account somewhere, and that will barely get me a basic meal plan. And a basic meal plan means I eat maybe five times a week. I can see that ending well.
I keep telling myself if I want this bad enough, it'll happen. But at the rate things are going, if that meal plan wasn't included.
I feel like a failure. A freaking stupid failure and I haven't stopped almost crying about this since thirty minutes ago. I finally figured out what I wanted to do after college.
I can't even fathom what I'd do without some sort of degree. I really just can't.
I can't even fully articulate how deeply upset I'm getting with this transfer.
I can't afford this school. I love this school. I love what it's got to offer me.
I cannot afford it. We're doing a payment plan for this semester and we could barely muster the first payment.
What set me off tonight?
I don't know if I've got a meal plan. This meal plans an additional 2000 dollars that I don't know was included in the price I'm paying for right now. We do not have 2000 dollars. Between myself and my parents we maybe have 800 dollars squirreled away in some bank account somewhere, and that will barely get me a basic meal plan. And a basic meal plan means I eat maybe five times a week. I can see that ending well.
I keep telling myself if I want this bad enough, it'll happen. But at the rate things are going, if that meal plan wasn't included.
I feel like a failure. A freaking stupid failure and I haven't stopped almost crying about this since thirty minutes ago. I finally figured out what I wanted to do after college.
I can't even fathom what I'd do without some sort of degree. I really just can't.