I hate not being rich. That’s what this rant is actually all about. I hate being poor.

I somehow manage to attract rich friends, like M who has his own sailboat and goes sailing every weekend, L who was chosen to be on my super sweet 16 and turned it down, Y who wears Burberry stockings, O who’s the heir to Kodak. I’ve spent my life vacationing with them at summer homes, eating over at their fancy houses, etc and yet I always end up feeling like shit because at the end of the day, I have to go back to my shitty existence.

I hate that I’m so frigging greedy - that my parents work their asses off to give me the best life they can, which they have, and I still want more. I hate that we are clearly middle-class, I live in a nice apartment, have both my parents when so many people clearly have nothing and I’m never satisfied. Why am I such a selfish, self-centered bum?!