It must be destiny.
I think I will forever be broke. No matter what I do, there is always something . . . whenever I get close to saving a little cash, something inevitably goes wrong.
All the curse words in the world could not express my extreme frustration at the moment. The problem always gets worse around Christmas - why wouldn't it? It's perfectly logical that the one time of the year when I get excited about seeing family and giving gifts to the people I love that I will be forced to endless nights of stressing over the lack of money to do what I want to do.
Grrr.... why do I even bother? Heck, I'm 30, and there's no light at the end of the tunnel.
Doesn't exactly seem like a bright future, does it?
Okay. Whine over.