I HATE MONEY.

I hate money. I hate money, I hate money, I hate money. One of these days I will have a nervous breakdown, and become utterly deranged, and live in a world of my own where there is no currency, like on Star Trek. No matter how carefully I try to keep track, I never fail to incur this fee or that fee, or overdraw here, or go over my limit there, and with this switching jobs thing there just aren't enough paychecks to cover me. I am left with negative account balances, and a nagging feeling that the world is going to end, or that I am going to explode, or that I will somehow become a raving homeless person begging for change. And I hate borrowing, and I hate asking my parents for money, and I hate having no money at all, and I hate everything that involves spending money that I don't have, and I hate the fact that I am clearly so careless, so moronic, so completely incapable, that I can't more than two months without being overdrawn. Perhaps I should never do anything fun ever again, and only eat at home, and not buy random things for myself or other people. Perhaps all my money should be taken out of my control, and given over to someone with a brain who can dole it out for me in small, specifically budgeted increments.

Perhaps I will go crazy, after all.