I need to vent.
I write my last exam for this semester at 08:30 tomorrow morning and I am more stressed about how I’m going to pay registration fees next week for my second semester than I am about tomorrow’s exam.
I hate it. I don’t qualify for national funding, backabuddy got me through this semester but the constant financial stress eats at me. My credit is in the gutter thanks to certain people taking things out on my name when I was young and dumb so no student loans and I haven’t been able to find any bursary opportunities.
I work my ass off full time just to make the basic ends meet because that’s what we do. It’s what we have to.
I am exhausted, emotionally drained and so close to calling uncle.
I won’t. I can’t. I am just so fucking tired.
I know I’m not the only one and I’m grateful daily that I’ve gotten this far. That we have a roof over our heads (even if it’s a leaky one) and that we have access to fresh veg and food. We are lucky. I know that.