(You paid for opportunity and got indentured servitude.)
Write. Laugh. Hope.
“Get an education,” they said.
“It’ll open doors,” they said.
They just forgot to mention…
you’d be locked inside them, paying rent on the doorknob.
They handed you a dream
with a six-figure receipt.
Told you it was an investment—
but forgot to say who profits.
You took the classes.
You did the work.
You borrowed the hope.
And now?
You’re paying off interest
on a future they never delivered
Jobs didn’t come.
Raises didn’t come.
Just reminders, penalties, and the quiet shame of choosing groceries over Navient.
You weren’t irresponsible.
You were set up.
You weren’t “living beyond your means.”
You were lied to about what those means even were.
Degrees used to be ladders.
Now they’re chains.
And you’re the one who gets blamed for drowning.
They want gratitude.
You’re giving receipts.
Write. Laugh. Hope.
Because what the hell else is there?
