studentdriver

One of the more dangerous things that I can have in this world is free time, which is something I've had in abundance for the last month or so. No school, just work, and all the time I need to ruminate on life.

I won't bitch across multiple long paragraphs in this post-- it's the same melancholy crap as usual, and I really sound like a scratched emo record when I start in on it. But... yeah. I could definitely use some reason to exist right about now, 'cause everything just seems devoid of meaning.

...

I had bill collectors call yesterday, again looking for Lindsey. I have to wonder how many creditors she's shafting/shafted; this is the second group of collectors to contact me in the last few months in their efforts to find her. The first group even included a repo man, looking to retrieve her car.

I'm torn on how I should feel; half of me chuckles at her misfortune, half of me feels horrible for her. But... at least her financial troubles aren't on my shoulders; I've said before that, if I were with her, I would never have gone to school, and this is precisely why. The financial windfalls that have paid for school would have been spent, instead, on paying off her never-ending debts.