When I was poor, I used to give to people, but being rich has
changed me and I don't like what I have turned into. Now I am rich,
it's as if I give less money out to others. I remember, I used to
beg on the streets, and I used to cursed all those rich snops, but
know, I am the one who the unfourtunate curse. I have now driven my
family and friends away because of my greediness. They all hate me.
I wouldn't share. Is having money worth it? Not at all. It's not.
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