My Unsuccessful Weekend

I went to visit with my Grandparents during the weekend.  We had a garage sale and none of my stuff sold.  Barely anyone showed up even though we placed 2 ads online and signs by the roads.  I was so disappointed.  I'm trying to sell my collectible horses, guitar books and one of my guitars.  I think I'll have much better success putting them up for sale online.  I need money, but then again who doesn't these days.  I'm so tired of being poor. 

I wish I never went to FMU.  I wanted to make something of myself, thought I'd one day be successful.  Complete utter bullshit.  I knew I shouldn't have let the academic counselor talk me into going into the film program. I wanted to learn to build websites.  But even that would've been a bust cause there's software out there that builds websites for you now.  My degree feels worthless.  It's been too long since I graduated for one thing, and second, I'd have to move to a major city like Miami or L.A. to get any real job.  I don't feel like I'm too good to get a minimum wage job, that's not it at all.  I'm just pissed off that I have $30k to pay off from student loans.  Student Aid did nothing to help me, nor did my doctors and now it went to the collection agency.  I have to dish out $100 a month now to them.  Doesn't seem like much but when I'm on a fixed income, I need to count pennies.  Although I'll forever be on Disability, I would still like to work.  I have a real passion for film editing.  I learned it by myself at FMU, something I could've done at home.  I learned more at RSAD in a semester than I did at FMU for 2 years.  That's just fucking pathetic.  And now look where I am.  NO WHERE.  So a big big BIG FUCK YOU to FMU.  Anddddddd here's the kicker.  Oh yes, there's more!!!  My credits don't register at other colleges and I'll need to retake the same courses!  This is crazy.  I'd love to be a vet and treat exotic pets.  I've always wanted to be a vet.  I don't know why I didn't pursue that instead.  My Dad wanted me to go to college, and my choice to go to RSAD was a last minute thing and the only college I applied for.  I decided to go and chose it cause I'm good at art. I wanted to write and illustrate books.  Unfortunately, I had to leave because I became sick with schizophrenia and  couldn't afford the payments.  If I could go back I would choose a completely different path.  But I can't and now I'll forever be in debt to the damn collection agency.

Sorry about the rant, just needed to get it all out of my system. 

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