So we can get some...
It's amazing how Dashboard can bring me back to so many memories. I remember when I thought life was so difficult but it was so easy by today's standards. Today I started crying because my request to postpone my student loans was declined. I remember in high school, when I first discovered DC I hadn't even thought about student loans, debt or owing anyone anything other than owing myself a fun life.
It hurts when you're in a place that requires your well-off boyfriend to tell you you are no longer required to pay him for rent. I never wanted to live in a life where I couldn't afford my rent. I guess I'm lucky because he's here to pay it for me, but I refuse to allow him to cover my living expenses because I don't make enough money to pay him. It would be some what acceptable if I didn't make enough money because I was doing something I respected...it's so much harder when I don't make enough money because I work for a huge conglomerate which couldn't care less about me struggling to pay my student loans. If I wasn't making ends meat because I was writing, editing, donating, volunteering, anything it would be so much better. I make hardly any money and it's not even for a good cause.
When did being a twenty-something turn into giving up everything you believe in, hope for and dream upon?
It hurts when you're in a place that requires your well-off boyfriend to tell you you are no longer required to pay him for rent. I never wanted to live in a life where I couldn't afford my rent. I guess I'm lucky because he's here to pay it for me, but I refuse to allow him to cover my living expenses because I don't make enough money to pay him. It would be some what acceptable if I didn't make enough money because I was doing something I respected...it's so much harder when I don't make enough money because I work for a huge conglomerate which couldn't care less about me struggling to pay my student loans. If I wasn't making ends meat because I was writing, editing, donating, volunteering, anything it would be so much better. I make hardly any money and it's not even for a good cause.
When did being a twenty-something turn into giving up everything you believe in, hope for and dream upon?