Category : Diary/Journal

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Earliest memories of childhood have always been full of poverty.  Almost losing the house,  not having enough food,  being behind on bills for months,  the phone calls and the crying. For a child that's usually hard to understand but for some reason, I understood.  Coming up with ideas to make money wanting to only spend a little bit,  I wanted and needed money. As a teen the overwhelming  desire to have money overpowers me,  since it's difficult to get at my age I'm forced to just go into a meltdown mode,  knowing there's nothing I can do at this moment. I have cravings for having a job,  cravings for work and the satisfaction of doing something. Saving money,  spending it,  and earning always on my mind less of the spending of course. But my morals for getting cash hasn't changed,  I am willing to do anything money is one of the most important things. Yes I wouldn't go to prison for money that'll end me in debt but,  not so "nice" jobs that make me a horrible person I don't care give me my paycheck.