This is all James’ fault. Before I met him, I didn’t feel too bothered about being successful. He told me I had talent, and it was my duty to share that and be a success, and now I’m obsessed with the idea.
It isn’t really his fault, he was being nice, and I need someone to blame for being a crazy bitch.
Frankly, if the likes of Rebecca Black and that Fred guy from youtube get to be successful, I fucking do. I’m miles better than they could hope to be.
