So I found out it's likely to be fifteen hundred, not five. Can I just mention how much that SUCKS? ... But we're down to one or two crying jags a day and I think either I'm going into shock from the prospect of working all summer for what (though I intellectually know otherwise) feels like wasting all this money for nothing, or starting to get over it.
I guess it's kinda sad that I'm more worried over the money than anything else. Maybe it's just a really potent distracter from the dent this put in my self-esteem. Or maybe, considering the situation, it really does matter most.
I guess it's kinda sad that I'm more worried over the money than anything else. Maybe it's just a really potent distracter from the dent this put in my self-esteem. Or maybe, considering the situation, it really does matter most.