it's not me, it's you. really, it's you. my first impression of our relationship was beautiful. i asked for money, and you willingly and generously gave. for four years, you were a wonderful companion. then, within a matter of six months, it all changed. i was handed a diploma and suddenly you wanted all of my money and then some. i can handle a give and take relationship, but suddenly you seem to be in a take, take, take mode. this would have been fine, except, i don't recall you pulling all-nighters to write a full curriculum or to painstakingly decipher abstract algebra. one thing's for sure, you got an "A+" in math class when the topic was interest. clearly that is one topic you understand whole-heartedly.
another subject you understand is the vulnerability of a naive college student. shame on you.
unfortunately for you, i am now three degrees wiser and through with you. i now fully understand the consequences of our relationship. and in the back of my mind (and bank account), i will forever have to live with the damages you have enabled.
today i made my last payment to you. you have approximately forty-eight business hours to enjoy my debt. i will expect to see another one of these pop up in my inbox shortly:
yours no more,
miranda
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