I know that I am bad right from the start and I'm afraid that if I don't admit it earlier I would turn into a living corpse... Living corpse as in dead in the inside but physically exists in this world.
I think I would end up being a heartless, arrogant, self-centered, impatient bitch one day. As a matter of fact, I don't really care anyway. Who's going to care? My family? No, they are not going to care except to despise me.
THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND MONEY!! so as long as I have the money, I don't think I ever need anything... Love alone can't give me the ability to buy luxury, let alone filling my stomach. Although love is a kind of support, I will try and support myself with MONEY.
(I really hate talking about yesterday and I really really hate how I reacted toward certain things but can't help it)
