sick and tired of fronting. you're all smiles and favors on the outside and on the inside, there is a pool of gasoline. one spark and that fire of anger and fury is ablaze in two seconds. you know, for a minute there, i really thought that we were actually going to be okay. that i'd actually be able to bear with your ignorance and your immaturity for the rest of my life. your level of respect for someone is based solely on their financial accomplishments. why is that? and why do you still feel like you have to control every single little aspect of my life? am i not my own person? i'm not good enough for you? well, you know what. i can't wait to see the look on your face when i am more successful and happy than you ever were. i'll show you. i will not be destroyed.
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