When I realized that money doesn't make people happy, it makes their life better. Then, I try to study hard to get a good job in the future. But, not in a dream, now I grow up. I'm 20 and I can't even live my own life. I have no jobs to do. That's terrible!. The worst is that: I rely on my sister's financials and have to take care of her children, not only one, but also two. Oh my gosh, I try to give myself some space to breathe, unless I have a stroke. And more than that, she is a teacher, she teaches students and she wants me to teach students like her to make money. A teacher, a nonsense job that I have never thought to my career. Those bastard students, I always hate them. I hate this career, I hate myself can't earn my own money.