A writer?
You’re not actually serious, are you?
What a joke!
You can’t want to be that
Where’s your sense of practicality?
Honestly, honey, be realistic
When are you going to stop living
In that fantasy world of yours?
There now,
Let’s get your head out of the clouds, little girl
And put it back on earth
Where it belongs
You know you’d never make it anyway
No one ever does
You can’t survive as an artist
You’ll end up with nothing
You'll be nobody
Don’t waste your life with dreams
Go make something real of yourself
You’re so idealistic
Not everybody can have a dream life, you know
Most people are lucky to have any job at all
And you want your dreams to come true?
Can’t you just have reasonable goals like everybody else?
Can’t you just be normal?
Can’t you just turn off what makes you amazing
So i don’t feel so shitty about my own existence?
Don’t try to be a writer
You’ll never get anywhere
You’ll never be anything
It’s safer to crush what lives within you, darling
It’s safer to learn to adore
Being just like everyone else
It’s safer for you, my love
And much, much safer for me
