I appreciate your concern.
I know you don’t want me to fail.
I know you don’t want me to suffer, to be broke, to be sad, to be judged, mishandled and derailed.
But if one more person tells me to drop what I’m doing
to give it all up
I’m gonna say
Don’t tell me to quit my dream.
I already know i haven’t progressed.
I already know that it hasn’t been easy.
You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know?
The problem is, is that I do know.
I hear you. I do.
I totally see what you see too.
How that one kid has had more momentum in the past 3 months than me in the past 4 years.
How I’m still living in a roach infested apartment, while friends are buying houses
while I’m in the dark, with my tears, my fears, my endless queries.
What am I to do?
Quit the dream and get a real job?
Shut the fuck up.
Stop telling me to quit my dream.
Make some money.
Do acting as a hobby.
No. If it’s a hobby, it’s not a commitment.
It’s my passion.
Have some compassion.
Leave me the fuck alone!
Don’t tell me.
I already know.