When the pennies are so hard, that they’re crushing you…
I got a whiff of what owning some money feels like and it lessened my depression, because I went out more, to explore and buy a little something for myself. I still wear clothes from when I was 15 years old. (I just turned 25) Social contacts go up as well. A lady from eBay came by my home to drop off a Blu-Ray Player ’cause mine broke, she was nice.
Now my Mom’s going to be in a tough spot money wise and I’m afraid my money will go to the usual survival shit again. I’m so tired of this world. 5 minutes of happiness is all some of us may get. F@ck inflation from Rona and the war. And f@ck the system for paying government funds to people, who already have enough.
And f@ck my sister for buying a 5 Million dollar house and not helping our family out. I hate her husband, I hate her. I hate the big red minus on our bank account. This is the first time, I’m going to admit, that I will never forgive her. Of course I’m just trying to push my anger somewhere. I’m just sad to be related to greedy people.
I’ve never wanted a lot of money. People tell me, I have a good heart whenever they talk on about winning the lottery. But, damn. At least let me buy some freaking pants. I’m not in debt or anything, so I’m better off than some people on this website, but still… always barely above water.