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[themeletor]

Next person who asks me about a job?

Is going to be SHOT.

Just so that everyone who might bring it up and who is not my parents (at whom I have already just snapped) knows -- NO JOB QUESTIONS.

It is perfectly, painfully obvious to me that I do not and will not have enough money without a. But I have put in all my papers, and am not about to bust my shit over getting a work study when there's really not a lot more I can do. In the mean time, it would help NOT to remind me that I'm walking on eggshells, living on borrowed money, and hanging on to the edges of this little heaven I've found -- and I've worked hard for my grip on those edges. FUCK NO I am not letting go.

Shit, now I've let myself get really emo.
It is not good, my mood or my evening. In case you couldn't tell.
Escape would be nice, but I can't squeeze out any writing, thankyoumumanddad.

Can I just... pretend that I deserve to be here, for a little longer? Pretend that what feels more like home than my house ever did is really where I can stay? Pretend, maybe, even, that I won't have to give up sailing for lack of time (I'll have to be working) and money (can't buy gear anyway)?


I thought it would take a little more than this to make me cry.

What the hell.

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[tiggothy.livejournal.com]

*hugs you*

lolita_stardust already said what I was going to, but (as always) in far more eloquent terms. Though I'm not entirely sure what length holidays you get, I know that there's a reason we have huge long summer holidays in the UK - so one has a chance of earning money to pay for stuff during termtime.

and I know what it's like living with people who have access to greater funds - I came across it in my final year.

*hugs you again* Please, please don't let this get on top of you. You're such a fantastic, wonderful, and clever person.