Nothing worth having comes easy.
i never gave up through all the times people called me crazy because i was lost or the times they called me wild because i wanted to be free.
i pushed forward through the fire and cried hard during the loss
knowing nothing but hoping everything would be okay.
I opened my own doors when ones were slammed in my face, i took new roads when others led me astray. And though it hasn’t been easy and many people haven’t understood, i finally achieved something for myself that i never could have if it wasn’t for everything that's happened. I have to be thankful for both the assholes that have scarred me and the true friends who have saved me because without all of it, every single thing, i wouldn’t be exactly where i am now, sitting in my own studio apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan where I’ve dreamed of living since i was ten years old.