EmaKunic98

Money, money, money. I laugh even though I don't find it funny. How stressed I am because of my lack of money. How much my life actually depends upon it. How much the fate of my future actually rests upon it. How easily you can lose friends because of the lust for it. How friends can become enemies just because of the hunt for it. My stress levels increase to the point where I have had enough of it. I bury my woeful head because I know it is impossible to run from it. Although I will always need money, I will never have any love for it. Without money would there be such a thing as rich and poor? Will the streets still be filled wit