You’ve got parents who support you and you’re 23 years old and you’re young and male and white and entitled and you’ll be fucking rich before you’re 30. I hate you, even though I really truly don’t.
You’ve got a life partner who makes your life better. I’m green with effing envy.
You’ve got money of the kind that you don’t worry about it anymore. I’m sick…
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