ok i know i rly shouldnt be encouraging ppl like this but im in a typing mood and i think its time for ppl llike you, whoever you are, to learn a lil bit about my life that you have chosen to exclude yaselves from-
first of all- i don’t have “fancy shit”, and my dad doesn’t pay for anything. my parents each have their own nice houses because they are both hardworking professionals. i know as soon as i moved away to pursue my career (and surround myself w ppl i have things in common with for the first time ever) that rumors spread about my dad’s job because he’s a lawyer. my parents had me when she was my age — considering how many of my former “friends” have children of their own now, i’m sure you can understand how difficult their lives were, and my dad was a PUBLIC DEFENDER for the state of florida for 10 years (go look up dat salary). he’s now worked his way up to a higher position because he does a great job, but my parents have never ONCE bought me a THING since i turned 18 (when i got my job at the mall while i was in college and bought my own gas to fill up the car i bought to drive all my license-less friends around). when i moved to new york, i lived with my boyfriend until i was able to pay my own rent by saving my own money that i made from my own music (that i also made on my own). my parents raised me to work for what i want and believe that no matter what it is i aspire to do, working hard will get me there. i live in a comfortable apartment with a good friend because i am lucky to have found such a nice situation that i can afford, and the reason i can afford it is because neither of my bedrooms have windows.
people wonder all the time how i make money, and it’s not that complicated- i make about half my money from shows, and the rest from licensing songs (people paying me to use them in their films/tv shows/commercials), writing for blogs, acting in films and short films, DJing, and planning/hosting/promoting parties. my “rock star life” (lmfdaooo) does not exist- i go to a lot of parties because my friends are part of an industry that is based on parties and entertaining. i go on tours that are much more emotionally and physically taxing than anyone really understands- i spend a lot of time in gross vans, shitty hotel rooms all alone, and traveling by myself which is a thing that fucking terrifies me. i would certainly not be able to afford to do many of the things i do if they weren’t part of my job, and i am grateful to have a cool job that allows me to have fun. then again- all of that comes with a hustle that makes my life a lot more hectic and stressful than i’m sure it seems to a town full of people who work their hourly jobs and spend the rest of their time drinking beer and lurking my instagram. i don’t understand why people i used to care about decided to vilify me as soon as my life changed, but it certainly wasn’t my decision at all and im sry for whatever i did to make myself into ur enemy and i still don’t know what that could possibly be—- but i also don’t care. anyone who’s bored enough to spend their time leaving me anonymous messages just to try and hurt my feelings seems like kind of a lame ass anyway, and i hope yall read this and screencap it to ya facebooks and go back to the junkyard saloon for ya folk-punk shows. i’m very happy to be very far away from all your catty attitudes, and i’m really sorry that you’re still stuck inside that world.