Sometimes I want to be just like everyone else. For once I’d like to feel the freedom of going places without the paparazzi in my face or maybe just once, play with kids that don’t have a net worth. Then I go to New Orleans and see people fighting over plastic beads and I’m immediately disgusted with basic living.
I'm so conflicted. On one hand I hate paparazzi pictures because I feel like they deserve their privacy. On the other hand those pictures killed me. They're just so cute together 💜