I just checked my bank account balance and I have 25 cents in it. That's it. That's what I have to live off of for the next 7 days. No money for food, gas, clothes... nada. How am I going to live? What am I going to wear? I have to go to work and I don't have any gas in my car... How am I going to get gas?? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO??? I ran to my bed and barricaded myself from the bad news under my pillows and blankets. But... there is a full gas can in the garage and... I don't want to buy new clothes until I've lost some more weight and... I have a brother, a roommate and a boyfriend who love me and would take care of me if I needed it... and I get paid again next Thursday.
So the moral is, things are never as bad as they first seem. Weird, but being broke inspires me to clean up... when I have money, I get very lazy, and it's only when I'm broke that I really appreciate the things I have. That's why I could never win the lottery. That shit would kill me.