Living check by check, not being able to save money. This is almost as bad as being unemployed. Working your ass off for money that you don't ever see or get to spend on yourself, whats the point of it all? To keep the luxuries of a phone, a car, a certain title, I suppose? Whatever. The point is, I wish I made more. Then maybe the 34 cents in my savings account would grow.

I didn't used to be this negative.

I'm afraid to look into what changed me.

I self sacrifice my feelings for a lot of people, my comfort, my desires, and nobody seems to give a fuck. Money, and all the things that come with it are NOT what it's all about. I think I get my need to help others from my mother, she always put everyone else before her, and where did she end up? Probably the same place I'm headed.

People are fucking selfish.

but you know what? I wish I did have money, because at least it would distract me enough to not care.