laugh-addict:

^^^

I’m going to the best college for writing around, which when I graduate will cost me $1000 a month in loans for the next ten years, if not more. Even with the best education I can find, no writing job will ever pay me enough for me to afford to pay that. Forget about getting a Masters Degree, which I’ve always wanted to do, since I’ll have to work more than full-time at a job if I even want to dream about being able to make the payments. Forget about ever moving out of my parents’ house, since I won’t be able to afford rent or a mortgage payment on top of my loans. Forget about having a social life, friends, or if I’m lucky enough, a boyfriend, because I won’t be able to afford to go out with them even if I were able to find the time between working. So basically, I’m going to the best college for a field that still won’t be able to pay the bills. I might be able to work in the field that I love, but at what cost? And after all of this, will I still even be able to love the career I chose when it is the root of all my problems in life? It’s a vicious circle, and at age nineteen, I really don’t think I should have to be worrying to this degree and wondering how I’ll possibly be able to get by.