She looked at me dead straight in the eye and said:
“People who are less talented than you, less fortunate than you, can live a great life because it’s America. So stop worrying about going back to school and start being happy.”
And then I guess it finally hit me that I’m only going to the school I want, I’m only wearing the clothes I’m wearing, and I’m only doing art because she fought for me before I even knew what fighting was.
There is nothing in my life to complain about.
I go to my dream school and I got the scholarship to afford it.
I’m talented because I put that much effort into my work.
There is nothing wrong with my life except me.
So Kim, when you go back I expect you straighten up your back and take every opportunity you can get because that’s what she did for you.
And rest your goddamn wrist. Jesus fuck you’re retarded.
