BI-OTCH

Since when did life not revolve around money? Money can't buy happiness, but seriously really?
Rich people may not be happy but you also don't see hobos skipping around in glee. So why does everything have to do with money? And how much is enough and how much is not enough?
Why must I grow up and start to realize the cruelty of reality? Money is the cruelest of all reality, realizing the that one thing you lack to achieve your dream the most hateful of all, money. And so now, who is all this to blame? My parents who raised me up until now? My grandparents? No one really yet everyone. Or is life to blame? or reality? or me?
Am I asking for too much? I am, right? Never thinking of others but of myself and my own wants. I am one selfish bi-otch, right? Tell me I am so at least there is someone to blame. Tell me I am the problem so I will feel guilty enough to become selfless, to stop thinking
all
about
my
needs,
wants.
Maybe I should have worked harder if I would have known it would come down to this. Maybe it wouldn't be about money. Maybe money wouldn't even matter!Maybe...
And so I go this Friday. To see that beautiful city I've always wanted to live in. And I will come home and choose whether I will be selfish or selfless. I'm so close yet so far. So happy yet so sad.
Money, I hate you.