I am an extremely lovable creature

Freaking hate it when it comes to money. 

Like a needle pricking my bubbles of dream, telling you that, hey, come back to reality.

And it tasted like, shit.

So what if you have all those suitors?

So what if you use a better phone than others?

So what if you're wearing branded clothes? 

So what if you think you're higher class than others? 

So what if you look a little more uncommon than others?

So what????????

They don't matter if you don't have money anyway. 

You're still the ant struggling to escape from the human's finger, a k a 

Reality.