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Girl On Queen Street


Friday, July 27, 2007
this pessimism is really unhealthy.




`__i am finding out that maybe i was wrong//


Hankering for the same treatment i got a long time ago from another, foolish.
Yearning for the fatherly love from an adolescent no different, unhealthy.
Craving for the nostalgic feelings of yesteryears, pointless.
Thriving on happiness by painted veneers and vines, unnecessary.


Anticipating another month of predicaments, as august rolls in, and me only having about 1/5th of my allowance left. how nice. very. Sometimes i really ponder on how mummy allows me to place myself in such a state where i put the happiness of others before mine, to a point where i become a hypocrite and complain about my kindness, as if i am expecting something besides gratitude in return.

Having money is a burden. Then again, not having any is a hassle.
Money makes the world go round.
So what does this tell show? That this world revolves around money. Not family, not happiness, not love. Because money can bring happiness, money can bring families, money can bring love.
How?
Happiness comes when one has indulged in retail therapy, satisfying needs and want. Money brings families together when everyone is able to 'bond' during outings and holidays. One now can buy love, money attracts one to another, where he/she is then obliged to love the other in order to get to their bank account.
How sad.



9:40 PM