My dad is this very sensible guy who never let me feel that anything was beyond my station.
I'm positive and I smile a lot and I'm kind of a banana but serious work...
To me I'm just a regular person going to the mall with friends and now I'm...
That's the trouble with being me. At this point nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like 'Yeah big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'
