dad.
so i talked to my dad, or cried to him rather, about how badly i feel about the amount of money him and my mom spend on me to go to school, live in this apartment, go to the gym, and just over all live up here.
he asked me if i was speanding a lot of money on stuff i don't need.
i said no.
and he said what's the problem then?
i guess it's hard to wrap my head around the fact that my parents have to pay so much out per year on just me living, going to nyu, and taking care of myself. i think about them, and all the money they didn't spend when i lived at home. no money for school... and let's face it... this is a fucking expensive school. no money on this fucking apartment. and hot damn, we all know that this place is not cheap. they did spend money on a personal trainer, but fuck... did they need to continue while i lived up here? and with all of this they still spend money on my food and clothing, and all that other fucking shit. it does my head in . i feel like a black hole for money. nyu is where kids go for a fantastic education and where parents go to die... of debt.
i just need to get over this little emotional hill. it's not my fault that my school schedule is so jam packed that i cannot for the life of me fit a job in with out committing suicide or fucking up all of my classes. this subject will make me go insane if i let it. but it can't. it can't it can't it can't. there is nothing i can do about it. i just have to learn to really appreciate all that my parents are doing and giving up for me to live in this stupid city and go to this fantastic school. i have to some how show them that all of this was worth it. i can't just be another kid to get lost in the crowd after college... with nothing to do but work at a some stupid minimum wage job and piss all my education away. i can not let that happen.
fuck you, kaylee for being a downer about your opportunites. you can't controll these prices... and you can't controll the economy. you need to relax, take a deep breath, and work on your work. don't be distracted by stupid things like dust on the floor or a scratch on your phone. does that really even matter in the bigger picture? you're so strange for letting the tiny things get to you as much as the big things, even if the big things are totally out of your hands.
now, finish your paper and go to bed early.
goodnight.
he asked me if i was speanding a lot of money on stuff i don't need.
i said no.
and he said what's the problem then?
i guess it's hard to wrap my head around the fact that my parents have to pay so much out per year on just me living, going to nyu, and taking care of myself. i think about them, and all the money they didn't spend when i lived at home. no money for school... and let's face it... this is a fucking expensive school. no money on this fucking apartment. and hot damn, we all know that this place is not cheap. they did spend money on a personal trainer, but fuck... did they need to continue while i lived up here? and with all of this they still spend money on my food and clothing, and all that other fucking shit. it does my head in . i feel like a black hole for money. nyu is where kids go for a fantastic education and where parents go to die... of debt.
i just need to get over this little emotional hill. it's not my fault that my school schedule is so jam packed that i cannot for the life of me fit a job in with out committing suicide or fucking up all of my classes. this subject will make me go insane if i let it. but it can't. it can't it can't it can't. there is nothing i can do about it. i just have to learn to really appreciate all that my parents are doing and giving up for me to live in this stupid city and go to this fantastic school. i have to some how show them that all of this was worth it. i can't just be another kid to get lost in the crowd after college... with nothing to do but work at a some stupid minimum wage job and piss all my education away. i can not let that happen.
fuck you, kaylee for being a downer about your opportunites. you can't controll these prices... and you can't controll the economy. you need to relax, take a deep breath, and work on your work. don't be distracted by stupid things like dust on the floor or a scratch on your phone. does that really even matter in the bigger picture? you're so strange for letting the tiny things get to you as much as the big things, even if the big things are totally out of your hands.
now, finish your paper and go to bed early.
goodnight.