The implication that I don't care about myself is what upsets me most, besides my friend shitting on me on the radio for content for literally months. If I didn't care about myself, I wouldn't have crossed my fucking fingers until they were sore and moved out to New York with NOTHING to try and better my life. Do you know what I had in Oklahoma? A mattress. I also had a lack of self-respect, on that mattress, because I wasn't doing anything that mattered.
I'm living in what some people might consider not-ideal conditions, because I'm pursuing something and giving my life a purpose. I'm figuring out how to live my dream. So honestly, how dare anyone think I don't care about myself?
Thank you.
Last edited by dannyhatch; 04-19-2013 at 11:27 PM.
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