Everything's the same

Let me start off by saying that there once was a barrier on my blog. I didn't write all my feelings. I always put a barrier. I didn't write past a certain level of openness because it might sound weird or whatever. Not anymore. So let's begin.
They say money can't buy happiness. It can. It really can. For every 1 person with money and an unhappy life, there are 100 people with around that much mula and they are extremely happy. I just got a job and I'm walking around school wondering why every girl isn't on two knees as I walk by. Like hello, I'm different now. I have a job! Where is the attention I expected? Everyday, I have the money (and not the time to use it, which is another topic), yet I can't be with girls I like. This is why I feel the people that are happy are actually those who can be with those who they like. And that isn't based on monetary things. I used to think that with some more money I could buy these clothes and look good and get the attention I once wanted but that's not how it is. People with shitty ass fashion senses have smokin' hot girlfriends. It's just a gift which I don't have. And that is what I am jealous of. While others of jealous of my job, I am jealous of them for their ability to attain someone. As much as we may deny or beat around the bush  about this, another person/love/infatuation is a big part of our lives. It makes sense why because scientifically, that is what we are engineered to aspire after. And that's how it really feels. If you could take any one thing, people or object, with an endless battery and wifi, you would pick a person. Because nothing beats the butterflies in your stomach. And that's what I am jealous of. 

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