Runnin' on four hours.

[tju_tju_tju_tju]

I got basically four hours worth of sleep last night... I was up for hours just worrying about a ton of shit. About my job, what'll happen to me if I lose it, what I'm gonna do if I still can't get my Smart Options loan, what I'm gonna do if I do get the loan and it's a lot of money per month, how I can't possibly stay at SVA past second year because it's too expensive, what the hell I'm going to do if I'm not at school, if I'm ever going to be able to make it as an editor, if I can even be an editor because a lot of computer stuff just goes right over my head, if I can't be an editor then what the hell I'm going to do with my life, and being scared that I will be stuck in retail for the rest of my life like my parents. Scared that I'll be stuck in New Jersey the rest of my life and I'll never get to live in New York.

I hate that I'm poor, but not poor enough to receive any sort of valuable assistance from the government regarding tuition. It makes everything so fucking difficult.