There is a Burberry sale going on & here I am, sitted on my chair at home, while I imagine the people at the sale, leaving with bags full of happiness. All because no one wants to go & everyone is just so busy, everyone just cares about money.
I am not happy & I'm angry at the fact that;
1) you didn't call back
2) You're so caught up with money-making
3) You kup-ed my phone
4) You're just obsessed with money
5)Your love for money exceeds your love for me
6) If money & I drowned, You'll save your money
7) I love money, i'll never go to your extent
8) You look down on the $$ from events & photoshoots
9) Money is evil & so are you
10) You obsessed-fucking liar.
Since money is everything, stop asking me to do join that industry, do this occupation cos I will not be satisfied with that crap. I will will will will take my status, fly away from you & earn so much that I will come back to fucking buy you over & make sure you listen to me like a dog. Take the $$ & do my bidding. Call me evil, but that's what the love for money does.
Now that I love money , do you love me better?
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