I experience debt all my life. The harrassments, the phonecalls, the loaner's late night visits, the yelling, the fights.
So when one say, "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again hoping to get different results," I believe this. It is logical; it makes sense.
My correct behavior would be to avoid debt. I've witnessed it, I've seen it bloomed and spread and took lives, so why, why am I taking this path? I am deathly in fear of debt. I am deathly in fear of its limiting options and the future of re-creating my parents' lives. It is sickening, it is what this family breathes, day in and day out -- we duck, we hide, we move, we...
Over and over there's this 9 year old girl inside of me that's never been reached ever since the migration to America. Emotionally and sentimentally she's been shut off in order to survive a cold domestic atmosphere. Now I'm 19 and I feel her surface sporadically through my personality. Though other temperaments of my individuality had developed and matured, a tiny part still has not.
I'm tired, I'm scared, I'm embarrassed, I'm uncertain, I'm stunted, I'm. I'm.