Money.
It may not necessarily be a source of happiness, but it’s damn well one of the biggest sources of stress for me.
y u so expensive, UCLA?!
That feeling… not knowing whether you’ll come back next year because of financial reasons… it gets to me sometimes. It’s like that every single fucking year. I’ve put so much work into my own education, and to give it up because of a stupid technicality is just…
I can’t even put it into words.
And now summer school?! C’mon man, you’re killing me here.
A little peace of mind would be nice, for once.
