To be perfectly honest ...
... I resent every single person in my life who's making it right now. I don't care if they have some struggle. If they can afford to live in their own home, whether rented or owned, pay their bills, and not rely on someone else to pay for them, I hate them. It's not fair. I work just as hard, but I can't just buy myself into a new life. I'm sorry, self, that I'm not overly intelligent or interested in becoming a doctor or scientist, or working with money. I'm sorry, self, that your calling is to help people, and that the world sees that as a lowly profession deserving of a lower income. I'm sorry your aspirations and expectations are higher than your reality is or probably ever will be. Best now to just resign yourself to the fact that you will never make more what you're making now, and will probably live in someone else's home until you're thirty. Probably longer than that. -sigh- Oh well.