I work six days a week to put food on our table and pay my rent, utilities, Internet, etc. 7:00 A.M. is sleeping in to me. I make sure my child has clothes much newer than mine.
...and you have the NERVE to say that I don't understand adult life because I'm practically still "a kid"? That I can't comment on shit because I'm not even done with college? That at thirty, I'll look back and realize how easy I had it at twenty-one? Fuck off, relatives.
...and you have the NERVE to say that I don't understand adult life because I'm practically still "a kid"? That I can't comment on shit because I'm not even done with college? That at thirty, I'll look back and realize how easy I had it at twenty-one? Fuck off, relatives.