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Who \gettinglostinfantasizing\ here?

Lately I like googling for the most expensive things money can buy, and as I cry myself to sleep I enjoy fantasizing about how enjoyable life would be if I was filthy and disgustingly rich, to the point of having basically infinite money. Being able to own anything or anyone I could have ever wanted, to indulge in anything I wanted, holy shit, it makes me feel so bad knowing that I will die never knowing any the finer things in life. Imagine wanting to learn to play the violin, buying a fucking Stradivari and a teacher, then you get bored of it and want to get into supercars, so you buy a Pagani Huyara, when you get tired of it you want to buy a watch and you get a Patek Philippe or two, then you want to travel and you're undecided if you want to go to the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai or the Westin Excelsion in Rome (so you go to both), the parties with all the other rich fucks where you laugh at the poverty and squalor the 99% lives in while sipping 100.000 bucks champagne, the list goes on and on. I wouldn't even care about being lonely if I was so rich I could get anything, I'd never run out of things to do or experience, I could take any courses from the best masters in the world and polish all parts of my personality and looks or anything else I felt like learning or improving.

But when all is said and done, all that awaits me when I'm done crying and I finally fall asleep are nightmares and the next day, lurking 4chan, sloppily playing shitty vidya and pretending to look for a McJob so that my parents don't throw me out, as I plan the day of my suicide.