Growing up poor (in a poor area especially) is such a different experience. My tree was barren from age 13 or so when I realized that if you don’t have money, you can’t do any of that stuff anyways. The idea of wasting my life away sounded like such a luxury. I didn’t have options, I had needs.
Growing up poor (in a poor area especially) is such a different experience. My tree was barren from age 13 or so when I realized that if you don’t have money, you can’t do any of that stuff anyways. The idea of wasting my life away sounded like such a luxury. I didn’t have options, I had needs.