Exposed: There’s reasons behind why Justin Bieber is flipping out on fans.
Hi, sorry this post is late. I was out all day and all I kept thinking about was “omg I didn’t post, they’re going to cut me.” Anyways, thank god we are done with the Fifth Harmony topic and I’m back to my roots of dear old; Justin Bieber.
There’s been some personal things that Justin has been struggling with and I think it’s time you, as fans, start to understand.
Sorry for the late night post folks! I wanted to get it out today rather than tomorrow after school alongside part 5! Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 5 coming out tomorrow! :D
He sighed and placed his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, Jonathan,” Evan muttered and wished he had had a better response. Now his best friend was pissed off at him. Evan slowly lifted his face out of his hands and looked at his second monitor. Wincing at the website, he reminded himself that this was for Jonathan. He stared down the flight prices as if glaring at them would make them cheaper. “I’ll get a one-way ticket and stay with Jonathan… or Luke if Jonathan refuses to talk to me…” Evan murmured to himself. He felt gross spending this much money on something that wasn’t for charity or his fans. “It’s for Jonathan…” Evan murmured to himself and took a deep breath. He huffed out the breath angrily and rubbed his face. “I love you, Jonathan but you test my patience.” the Canadian muttered to himself and thought of the man’s gorgeous face. He was far more stunning than Evan could have ever imagined. His personality was amazing and his voice like silk. His laugh was Evan’s favorite trait. The way he giggled that sometimes escalated into slightly wheezing laughter made Evan flee warm. He was deeply in love with the man and wanted to tell him and kiss him until the gorgeous son of a bitch loved himself too. He wanted to trail his lips across every inch of the man’s tan body and tell him how perfect he was, no matter his scars. Evan was startled back to reality by the Psycho text tone of his phone, alerting him that Luke texted him. He snatched his phone off the desk to see if Luke was going to say anything about Jonathan.
Luke: Your stunned silence is very reassuring.
Evan: Get your Monsters Inc references out of here
Evan: How is Jonathan??
Luke: Chill, he’s fine.
Luke: He just needs time.
Luke: He’s in the pool right now, it helps him relax.
Evan: Okay, tell me when he’s ready to talk.
Luke: Aight, dude
Luke: Want a pic?
Evan: Screw off
Evan rolled his eyes and set his phone down, leaning back in his chair. He looked out the window at the snowy landscape. Perhaps a little cold would help free his mind. Evan stood up from his chair, beginning a search for his stupid gray beanie. He opened the recording office door before turning around and stalking back to his computer, turning off the recording software and laptop. Evan huffed, he’d edit the video later. As much as he’d love to show his fans the gorgeous man, he respected his privacy. He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Evan glanced around the living room for his beanie, overturning piles of paper and countless sticky notes before spotting the suspect on his guitar stand. “There you are you little shit.” He muttered to himself and grabbed it off the stand. Evan pulled the beanie on, a large tuft of faux hawk sticking out. He briefly considered bringing his guitar with him to get some practice or maybe even start a new song. “No… need to focus on unwinding.” the Asian mumbled to himself and grabbed his jacket off a coat rack, pulling on the bright red monstrosity, He opened the front door and welcomed the rush of biting cold. For some reason, snow always helped clear his mind and that’s all he needed at the moment. He walked out into the snowy yard and smiled softly, mind clearing as if the cool winter breeze was shooing troubling thoughts from his mind. Evan blew out a small breath, watching it swirl into the air. The Canadian hummed softly and began walking along a small path that led out of his yard and into the heavily forested area around his home. Snow crunched softly underfoot, snow slipped from the needles of the tall pines as bluejays flitted between the branches. The landscape was calm and serene, filling Evan with peace and relief. He turned off the beaten path onto a small trail that he often walked on when he needed inspiration for a song or just a small break from reality. The trail was well hidden in the dense forest but Evan had lived here for years and knew the path by heart. Pine needles and bare branches gently trailed across his face as he pushed past the trees, entering the small clearing he often visited. He brushed snow off of a stump, revealing a simple wood incense holder that was decorated with a detailed owl that he had painstakingly painted one cold winter when he was snowed in for a week. “Just where I left you.” Evan murmured and extracted a packet of incense and a lighter from his obscene red jacket’s pockets. He slid a frankincense stick into the holder and lit it carefully. Sitting down and inhaling deeply, Evan smiled. It was nice to relax in the snow every once in awhile. He carefully crossed his legs and gently placed his arms on his legs, slowing and deepening his breathing. A silent gust of wind sends a chill that seeped through his clothes. “Do you have to do that every time?” Evan asked out loud in a slightly irritated yet slightly amused tone, his eyes remaining closed.
Okay, just realized this is two giant paragraphs broken up by a bit of texting… sorry?
Hey, guys. I’m sure many of you are aware of what’s been going on with me irl, but for those of you who don’t know, allow me to explain.
My name is Lina, I’m a freelance artist, and several months ago my mother was diagnosed with stage four, terminal cancer in her intestines. even with treatment, the doctors gave her until the end of the year to live. This diagnosis came as a shock, and so soon after my dad passed away only two years ago. it was the last thing we ever expected to happen.
still, we didn’t want to give up, and wanted to provide my mom with treatment, but because she didn’t have insurance, my sisters and i paid what we could for her treatment out of our pockets. we took care of her, and for a while, she seemed like she was getting better, but then her health took a turn for the worst in the last few months.
she fought this wretched cancer for over seven, excruciating months. despite all our efforts and hopes, the morning of October 8th, at the age of 58 my mother passed away.
in the span of only two years we’ve lost both our parents. now, aside from having to shoulder my mom’s medical bills, we have to take care of funeral costs as well. but we cannot do this alone, so we’ve launched a GoFundMe so that we may raise funds to cover the costs of my mother’s funeral, and her medical bills.
friends and family have already generously donated, but we need all the help we can get. please, even $1 will help us, and will be greatly appreciated. however, if you are unable to donate, then please reblog this post so that others will see it, sharing our gofundme on facebook and twitter will also help spread the word.
I’m sorry if you’re tired of seeing me talk about this, and would rather i posted more art, but this matter affects me directly, and i have no other choice but to bring it to people’s attention.