My own habits

My own habits

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When I was younger I used to save money for take a vacations with my family .My mom created an account for me and my siblings. It wasn't a real account, my mom was a kind of secret bank for of all us. I have to admit that I didn't save as much as they did. Now my habits has changed, I waste my money in things that I don't really need; I usually like to buy online and go to the mall too, that's why I don't like to go out with my friends. I know that I have to save money for start my studies, but sometimes its really hard. Usually I talk with my mom every day , sometimes she ask me for money for go to the doctor or because she needs something or maybe she wants to hang out with my nephew and I know he ask everything from the Candy's store ,I can't say not ! She is my mother, you can't say ¡No! to your mother. Here is my advice if you really need save money don't speak with your family for a few months you can see the difference, don't worry everything would be right with them. No way ! Here is the real advice the best way for save money has been to create another account and I never ever used it.
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