Sometimes I FUCKING resent the fact that whatever I love to do has such FUCKING shitty pay. Is it fair that I have to suffer because I am not willing to sell myself out for the sake of money? Evidently I have no fucking choice, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't fucking hurt when I don't get to do things that other people get to do, or when I even have to fucking CONSIDER a trip to say, just Bangkok. It's fucking pathetic. Thoroughly pathetic.
But you know what. I chose this. I can ride out the first few years. I can be pathetic for the next couple of years. And then I will be somewhere where I can look back and laugh at how pathetic I was. And I will know even in the years to come, I am still doing something that I truly love.