I am the worst.
I told my mother how in debt I was with my credit card.
And she just gave me $1,000 to start paying it off.
I talked to my dad about getting a job.
He says to let the people who need jobs get them.
And that my job is to do well in school.
I just feel so anxious in this expensive apartment in Manhattan.
I just don't deserve it.
I just feel useless.
I feel lazy.
When did I become this girl.
I want to know how much money is in my family so that I can know whether my father is straining himself or not.
We didn't grow up this way.
I never knew we had money.
I thought everyone else was more wealthy.
I can see myself getting used to luxuries.
What if it's all gone one day.
And it's like a smack in that face.
It's easier to become accustomed to riches than to famine.
I have to make so much money when I'm older.
I need to somehow become a successful artist.
How do I become a successful artist.