money

I have a bad relationship with money. Like a Sid-and-Nancy-bad relationship with money. Like one of those relationships where you open the wrong closet and find that money has spent itself on a bunch of things you thought you needed but you probably could have survived without. Money is a jerk. It bullied me in elementary school and seduced me in high school. It abandoned me in university. Money has ruled my emotions, making me love and hate and feel confused.

Money is not my friend, but it is my lover.