Something is drastically and horribly wrong with a world that runs on green paper.
I mean, we're all just trying to survive here. But life isn't life if you're stuck obsessing over a piece of green paper that you'll never have enough of. And you never have enough of it according to everyone else because they're the ones that want it and keep taking it from you.
I feel like I'm not living. My thoughts are taken up with money.
I wake up panicking over money.
I eat, sleep, drink money.
I fall asleep to fitful nightmares of money.
Green pieces of paper litter the skies of my dreams and burn holes in my soul.
And now that I'm entering the world of adulthood, I can only wonder this:
Will I ever live again?
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