Rich Man Poor Man

Initially this post would be a damn lot of complain in my life. Well... I am stuck... My life is a mess. I wish I am richer. I WISH. Richer by 100% maybe 200% maybe 300% I dont care... Come on $200/mth is tight... I just feel my life is going to be better if only I were to be richer. More money means more spare time. Maybe just a wee bit more energy to put that crazy smile on my laughable face. Maybe just an extra whatevershit to reorder my screwed life. Maybe more chance of getting a girlfriend.

My palms smell like syrup due to igloo works. My soles are chaffed due to on week of John Little. My disloc shoulder are hurting sometimes especially at cold weather. My back is not in perfect condition, probably too much Es Teler jobs. My sides of nose are irritated by my glasses everytime I sweat. And so on, and so on. Currently I wanted to complain A LOT.

BUT

Well... I am in no position of complaining. If I were to be this way, it is my own way. This is what has been written. I would strive for -if it is called striving in any ways- the best and I wont stop trying to be a good person. As for now I realize that I am damn screwed, though not many knows about this.

Oh and I am very very grateful that I have no whatsoever illness in Korean show that makes me only living for xxx days. Whatever I suffer right now are all not a critical ones, just spices of my life... But one good point to hold is this: TREAT EACH DAY AS YOUR LAST DAY LIVING ON EARTH.

PS: Sigh... Even if I have nothing in my hands now. Just wait... Just wait... One day I would come to try to get your love, my 14.5...

*edited 0422h same day*
WHY THE HELL MY LOW SELF ESTEEM IS KICKING BACK AGAIN?!?!?!