This is my second letter to you concerning one of my addictions. I guess it all started in the 6th grade, when I realized wearing Payless shoe's was not cool.
I was slow as a child, give me a break.
Any who, after that things started to bother me. Like, having a fear of Wal-Mart, or cringing when my parents decided to go to the dollar store.
I started avoiding McDonalds and other restaurants where you spent 10 dollars on a meal, and starting going to places that you spent at the least 40 dollars on a meal.
It was instinct to me, I guess you could say. Soon after that, my grandfather died, and left my parents and I a hefty sum of money. I was the happiest I've been all that year.
I am addicted to spending money. It gives me pleasure to run around and flash a 50 dollar bill at Old Navy and end up buying myself only one pair of jeans.
I need help. I need to stop spending my money...erm, parents' money. It's gotten out of control.
Thank you for your time,
Danielley
� Danielley
