is not everything, but…

Who says that money can’t buy happiness?

With money, all this could’ve been avoided. You wouldn’t have to scrimp for the smallest expenses, figure out which purchase to go for, forego favourite item number 2, share things and not be able to go travel wherever you want .

You’d be able to do everything in your List Of Things To Do Before I Die because you can afford to pay for parasailing in Hawaii and get a tattoo on your hips. You can also avoid all the upsetting arguments between your parents and you on how much allowance you are given, for they think that as a student you should only stay home and they should not have to pay for your spending.

You wouldn’t have to get a job that forces you to sacrifice your Friday nights, and Saturday mornings you’d be able to sleep in. You wouldn’t have to worry about the future, whether you would be able to maintain your lifestyle, for you have unlimited resources. You wouldn’t hate people whose rich parents buy things for that you think you deserve more, for you have worked just as hard, possibly even harder.

You wouldn’t have to leave a store upset because the gorgeous dress which fits you to a brim, you can’t afford to splurge on. You wouldn’t suffer mild depression and lock yourself in your room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you contemplate doing naughty things like smoking and getting laid for cash. That you wouldn’t even care if you get HIV+ or not; money being the solution for almost everything.

The moment that I realised that screw life, I want to just go out to live on the streets is the moment I got the epiphany that everything from now on is in my hands.

And that just scares the hell out of me.

Whoever says that money can’t buy happiness is one big fat liar. At least my life would’ve been happier.