With all the money I've had to shell out to Uncle Sam, I'm starting to wonder if God wants me to be poor; not that I have exhausted all options but it's an uphill battle if your parents don't root for ya mentally or are unable to monetarily -- let's be honest; education is an expensive purchase and it's not necessarily an investment with great returns. Living in a sea of financial uncertainty, every time I see a bum in the city I am reminded that I'm fortunate to have a roof over my head.
I know I have no one to blame but myself for buying into the false idea that money doesn't matter; there's no point of loathing the church. Maybe if I was more desperate, I would be in a better place than I am today.
I just wish I was born into money or have some sort of talent like no other. Being mediocre blows.
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