I'm really terrified to grow up. I just went to a wage workshop and the cost of living, even without a car, is like 1,820 per month to live in Pittsburgh. You need at least a $30,000 job to even break even, which means I'd need like a $60,000 job before I ever adopt a kid. How the hell do people do it on a McDonalds salary? I hate thinking about money. Hate. I'm back to wanting to live in the woods with some plywood and a tarp. I think I might get hives. Cue "The Future Freaks Me Out" by Motion City.
I think I may just stay in school forever. I'm already at a job I hate. I can't imagine being locked into something like that for years.
Seriously. I'm freaking out a little bit here. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with my life in a year and a half. I'm going to have to live at home till I'm 40, or go to Europe and teach English because you can apparently get a job with little to no teaching experience at all and still be solidly middle class.
Maybe I'll go to grad school and hope I figure things out by then? IDK. I'm freaking out. I can't go back to living with my family after college. Can't.
AHHHHHHHHHH.
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