I'm filled to burst with thoughts, worries, and wants. I'm in a state of constant budgeting, wish list making, and those painful trips out to my parents to ask for a little change.
Why is it that money seems to be the drive for everyone.
I mean you don't think much about it while you have plenty, but when a time comes when you are strapped beyond all hope you begin to see in green and it consumes you. I hate hate hate that feeling. But can't seem to shake it.
There must be a way out.
I refuse to believe life really is "all about the benjamins".
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