It's strange how, after having a relatively good day, that five minutes on the phone with my mom sends me into a spiraling depression. *pitiful headdesk*
Sorta. My bank sold my loans to a collection service, which means even more paperwork each semester for Savvie! Plus, she gets all bent out of shape about the weird bank-speak that they write the letters in. I keep telling her that she does this everytime, and it's not a collection letter or anything so why does she need to freak out? I don't know. My head hurts. ;_;
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*hugs*
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*sends out good feely vibes*
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I know the feeling...
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