I am trying to keep my shit together.
I am trying to accept change.
I am trying not to feel lonely all the time.
I am trying to be patient with success.
I. Can’t. Stop. Worrying.
The older I become, the more I realize that money really does matter.
I dont care if you still share an idealistic premise that money doesnt matter all that much, but in our society it does.
It matters when I have to pay 50,000/year for a subpar education.
It matters when I have no real world experience, & then when I want to go out & explore the world, I do not have the money to do so.
It matters when I try to grow up & live on my own, but cannot afford it.
That’s good service.
The fuck kinds of requests are these?
The best ones.