Everything that I want within reasonable bounds, I own it. 
There are ridiculous things, but I’m reasonable enough not to want them.

There’s nothing that I want that I don’t already have.

There are people who exist that want lots and lots of things. I sympathise with them. With “things that can be bought”, you can (usually) save up, work hard, and one day afford it. 

Those things are tangible, concrete goals. There’s almost a guarantee that if you sacrifice and work hard at it, you can get it.

I have all of those things in my life. There is nothing more that I want.

I’m despairingly furious because there are ”things that money can’t buy”.
No matter how much I save, struggle, and beg; it’ll never materialise.

Things like respect, self-esteem, and love.

Ephemeral, abstract things are what kill me the most.
I honestly feel that the amount of work that I’ve put in is ridiculously disproportionate to what I have. The return on investment is stupidly negative. The more I think about it, the more vitriolic my mood gets. 

Jesus fucking christ I’m so jealous of people who are rich in the things that money can’t buy.