I have a couple of female friends who have never had a problem in their lives. They grew up extremely rich, are beautiful, have great jobs and can do what they want when they want because of their expansive bank accounts. I get sick and tired of listening to them talk about their perfect existences. I wish for once they knew what it is like for someone like me, who isn't rich and has been through times where I had to scrounge every penny for food how that feels. They aren't bad people, but I am sick of them bragging about their damn trips to Paris and Milan when I can't even afford a broken down used car. They talk about their (non-existent problems) like they mean anything to me. I have problems (lost both my parents, been screwed out of several jobs, am broke and am laughed at by everybody). To them, a rough day is when their mercedes or beamers don't start. I can't take it anymore. I wish they understood what real problems were and how fortunate they are to be so damn rich and have it so damn easy all the time.