Once you start to succeed everyone has something to say. When you start to feel good about yourself at the end of the day, there seems a cost to pay. Its love or fame, money or power; you can’t have it all, you’ll never be glamour. Like slits to my wrists, a jagged edge down my forearm to abyss. Once you start to succeed everyone has something they want to say. What about what I have to say? What about the work you did not do, maybe you should really look to you, before you have something to say, when someone else succeeds…
