Citibank. Bank city. Soul bank.

Citibank's The Student Loan Corporation owns 3800 dollars of my soul.
Some car guy owns another 14000 dollars of my soul.
And other people, yeh, they have my future fortune, too.

It's almost funny about the amount of debt that I am in.

Swimming in debt.

Anyway, I finally got my room put back together after the painters left. They broke the light socket plate. Oh, well. I am realizing insignificant things happen. OR things that you shouldn't worry too much over. But, I still do. I still have to deal with my サイテーション. I still can't believe how that happened...how all of the choices that I made that night took me to the other side of State College. I need more confidence....when doing things in life. I panic too quickly.

But, how do I find or develop confidence. I have realized my passiveness, my inability to assert myself for a long time now. Simply wanting to transform, trying to transform, hasn't reshaped my core. I'm stuck as myself.

I just dunno.

Off to the gym, work, and then back for hw.

Oh, I guess I might be staying with Jeff for some time between leases. I dunno how that is going to work out...but I hope okay. I have to figure out how much to pay him.

Out.