It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen planning for someday. And then quietly, without ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
“Look, if you want me to apologize for defending you, or for fighting back when somebody hurts you, then I can’t do that – I won’t do that, okay because the truth is: that’s a guy I’ll never be; a guy that just stands by and watches while the world hurts you.”
When did we start letting boys dictate our happiness? I was nine. Well, I don’t care, it has to stop. You’ve got too much talent with your fashion line. Not anymore. Oh, so what, so they stole a couple of designs, they didn’t steal your talent! I’m sure you’ve got more. Couple of unfinished dresses. So finish them. Listen, we’ll put together a website and we’ll sell them ourselves. And you’d help me? Yeah, I’d help you. You have to help yourself first though, missy!