My lamentation chapter whatever:

Truly living without money is worse than death maybe I am wrong but you will need a strong argument to convince me otherwise.

An adult without money is like a lion without its bravery and strength, like an eagle without wings, like salt without its taste. It's unpleasant the experience rather be imagined than experienced.

I don't wish myself death but isn't it better than being alive and useless. Like you are in chain or maximum prison facility.

Like a lame, deaf and dumb man that sees what he likes but can't have it or reach it.

Waking up everyday wishing and hoping things turn out good for you. Beginning to look like a hopeless hope.

Nothing is interesting to me right now. Like everything is stale. My life is a bore.