“You care about my life? Riddle me this, Ma. Why does it seem like your only concern is who I’m fucking or how big my contracts are? You never seem concerned about nothing else. I can count on one hand how many times you’ve asked how I’ve been doing since Jeronee died. You care about my life, but you don’t care about my feelings. You can’t even make sure the press doesn’t ask me about my deceased brother.”
oh shit god knows how long he’s been holding that in
