I'm so upset by the lack of ability to turn many things around, and it bore down on me like a pile-driver on an egg. It's always about paying, earning, spending, saving. Its so sad that life revolves only around cold hard cash that people lose and blind themselves so thoroughly, only to eat up their own passion and miss all their growing up.
It's tiring to keep up, and the robust facade is slowly cracking up.
My pity is so plush, that I'm beginning to feel rich welling in sadness.
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