ThunderBringer
Paladin
- Feb 16, 2026
- 8
I grew up poor. Immigrant parents with a million and one kids who they couldn't feed, all cramped in this tiny New York apartment. Tape on my shoes, holes in my clothes, and nothing I owned was bought new until about 2 years ago from my best friend for my birthday. Couldn't afford cable, or phones, and when I got a job I had to pay for basically everything all the time. Paying bills and also trying to scrounge up enough to make it through my senior year of high school (senior dues + my extracurricular activities dues) was literal hell. Especially when everything is my fault in a household that I'm barely present in. All while I only ate at school from what my friends could spare for me because I had to preserve all the food at home for the rest of my family because when I got hungry I just starved, but when they got hungry they got violent.
Then my friend and his family invited me to live with them instead. I took the offer after some consideration. Now all of a sudden I'm not being yelled at and hit. I have plenty of food, I'm not freezing in the winter or baking in the summer. I'm allowed to exist in the house. No need to hide, or sneak, or run away when a car pulls into the driveway. This is far better living situation than what I'm used to.
Now I don't care to explain how it happened, but I magically wound up with 12k in my account 3 months ago. And that's a fuck ton of money. I've only ever had about 600 at one time before, so this was absolutely insane to me. Thinking about all the things I could buy; swords, cosplays, food with friends, etc. Some things I did indulge in. However now I simply think to myself that I don't really care anymore. Having all of this money has made my life less stressful absolutely, however I'm still not happy. I'd rather be suicidal and rich than suicidal and poor but I don't care how much money I have when I'm going to die soon anyway. My whole life I thought having money would help, I understand it's not a billion dollars or anything but I wasn't expecting to feel so empty with all that sitting in my account. I've come to the conclusion that the only thing this lot of money can do is help me ctb easier than I could before. Which is so so disappointing
Then my friend and his family invited me to live with them instead. I took the offer after some consideration. Now all of a sudden I'm not being yelled at and hit. I have plenty of food, I'm not freezing in the winter or baking in the summer. I'm allowed to exist in the house. No need to hide, or sneak, or run away when a car pulls into the driveway. This is far better living situation than what I'm used to.
Now I don't care to explain how it happened, but I magically wound up with 12k in my account 3 months ago. And that's a fuck ton of money. I've only ever had about 600 at one time before, so this was absolutely insane to me. Thinking about all the things I could buy; swords, cosplays, food with friends, etc. Some things I did indulge in. However now I simply think to myself that I don't really care anymore. Having all of this money has made my life less stressful absolutely, however I'm still not happy. I'd rather be suicidal and rich than suicidal and poor but I don't care how much money I have when I'm going to die soon anyway. My whole life I thought having money would help, I understand it's not a billion dollars or anything but I wasn't expecting to feel so empty with all that sitting in my account. I've come to the conclusion that the only thing this lot of money can do is help me ctb easier than I could before. Which is so so disappointing