I can’t climb that ladder, that imaginary ladder of success, I can’t be so cynical to believe all the things I say I believe in and yet sharpen my elbows to get to the top.
Just how I feel when I notice someone other than me has put on weight.
I’m a designer and that’s all I need to do. I don’t need to do more, fuck people that think I’m not living at my full potential, this is my full potential! This is what I’m good at, REALLY good at, and I won’t let anything come between me and this, my passion, my life.
I was going to wait until his anniversary, but I had to post this.