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Dear FutureMe, I know you want that shiny new thing. I know it probably feels good to look at it or gawk at it or think of its value. Remember early August 2025? You dropped a whole $450 on a gacha game. Your mother texted you about her disappointment. She lost all trust she had in you. For a hot minute…she utterly despised you. Every time you think of spending, remember this. Remember how you were back then. Remember the ache of regret, the pain of loss, the emptiness of your emotions and wallet. And refuse. For not only present you, but future you and past you. Please.