Bianca will soon be debt free. Which leaves me and my sixteen large. I feel like she's graduating, and moving to another state to attend college, and I'm still a junior in high school. Or, for a truer sense of scale, a sixth grader. Which would be kind of sick if we were dating.
I'm extremely happy for her, but my feelings of being a drag on the relationship is always there. Just another bit of stress to go with the monthly payments.
On the upside, it shifts the spotlight onto me! Poor, pitiful, debt-ridden me!
I wish this sixteen thousand was a person, so I could punch it in the spleen. Instead I'll pull a Corky St. Clair and just go and bite my pillow.
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