obsessive thoughts, get lost!
Some days, I am just so weird.
I have OCD and I can not stop worrying/obsessing about money!
I just worked 11 1/2 hours. In a few weeks I am moving to a free apartment, and I know that this job guarantees a base salary of $12,000 a year, which is enough to get by, and I'll have another job too. I have a $2,000 line of credit with my bank, as well as a 0% interest credit card for the next year... and the only debt I have is $16,000 in student loans (a paltry $100 per month payment right now). Although I'll have no income for a month, my friends owe me some money, so when they pay me that will help;
it's all under control, I'm extremely responsible, frugal, and not in debt, I'm happy, and life is generally good,
but all because my stupid phone bill was extremely high this month, I feel like an irresponsible idiot.
I hate having an anxiety disorder, but it helps to write this.
You know what the worst part is? Because I constantly worry about money, I can never bring myself to pay for therapy/medicine, which would admittedly cost me a fortune, as I have no prescription coverage.
It'll be Christmas in July this year for my friends, I promise.
Jesse is in Boston tonight, how I wish he could come here and give me a hug.
I have OCD and I can not stop worrying/obsessing about money!
I just worked 11 1/2 hours. In a few weeks I am moving to a free apartment, and I know that this job guarantees a base salary of $12,000 a year, which is enough to get by, and I'll have another job too. I have a $2,000 line of credit with my bank, as well as a 0% interest credit card for the next year... and the only debt I have is $16,000 in student loans (a paltry $100 per month payment right now). Although I'll have no income for a month, my friends owe me some money, so when they pay me that will help;
it's all under control, I'm extremely responsible, frugal, and not in debt, I'm happy, and life is generally good,
but all because my stupid phone bill was extremely high this month, I feel like an irresponsible idiot.
I hate having an anxiety disorder, but it helps to write this.
You know what the worst part is? Because I constantly worry about money, I can never bring myself to pay for therapy/medicine, which would admittedly cost me a fortune, as I have no prescription coverage.
It'll be Christmas in July this year for my friends, I promise.
Jesse is in Boston tonight, how I wish he could come here and give me a hug.