February 2012
1 post
It hurts me think that someone other than me could...
I should be really happy and part of me deep down somewhere is. I just got my first scholarship, and it’s a good bit of scholarship money. The reality of my boyfriend and I going to different schools became very real when I opened that letter that said, “congratulations! Blah blah blah.” I can’t do this. I wish I had a money tree because the school I’ve wanted to go...