Money is weird. When you need it soo badly, it eludes you, hides its green face. It teases you, and makes you go nuts from utter sadness, sheer frustration. It makes you rant and moan on the unfairness of the universe, and how it makes you it's more tragic victim!
Labels: money, talking to myself
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