Ah! the joy of it all.

What joy do I speak of?

Being young. Being single. Being poor.

Gotta love it.

Honestly, it's not all bad, I rather like being young and single. However, that last bit--being poor--rather overwhelms the rest. It's sad. I would love to have a little extra cash now and then--wouldn't we all?

It's fine though. Money isn't everything, and one can do plenty without funds if one gets creative enough. Like: writing. A great means of entertaining oneself without spending. If only I had more time to do it.

Ah well. Someday, ne?