This week, I finally realized I have a serious problem--I am a shopaholic with a negative bank account balance. I have been in college two years now, but I never realized how broke I was until I started looking for books and waiting for my college refund to drop. This week has been the most trying week of my life. Thank God for my friend for looking for cheaper books for me, because I was seriously considering selling my left kidney for money.
But, you all know what's even sadder than my ever declining bank account? The fact that, despite being disrespectfully broke, I will still go on unapologetic shopping sprees. It does not matter if I need the item or not, I will get it and feel a surge of happiness from it. It could be clothes, shoes, makeup (something I hardly ever wear), food, dog clothes, purses, or unnecessary knick knacks. I will feel like a brand new person. I am a firm believer in retail therapy, but I think I may need actual therapy to stop my addiction.
Shopping brings me happiness in a way that no other thing can (well, besides food) and it seriously depresses me when I have negative $3 in my account and I want that new Vera Bradley luggage set and a monogrammed dog collar. Honestly, life just feels better when I can go relax in my bed and online shop for hours. I feel like everything is right with the world.
I know in the real world, I cannot solve my problems by shopping them away, but I like to think college is not truly the real world, so I am going to live this destructive lifestyle until I get a real job. But honestly, I need somebody to take my wallet and freeze it before I actually have to sell my organs.






















