Watching through the windows

I don’t know if anyone is going to read this but I need to rant.
I absolutely hate this.
All i’ve ever ever ever wanted to do was sing. Music. Do music. Be music.
I’m sorry that i could never afford to get voice lessons, so my voice isn’t the best. But i’m far better than some celebrities right now.
And i know i’m not skinny or pretty, but i would lose as much weight as possible if it means i can do this. And go ahead and put all the make up you want on my face!
I’m prepared to take on the stress and the super busy schedules and the nosy journalists and drugs going around. Whatever. I’ll take it all on to get my dream.
The only things standing in my way are money and my mother.
I can’t afford equipment to make me look more professional. To help me stand out.
My mom is convinced that i’m meant to be a super smart rich person.
I don’t get it. What part of B average and taking chorus classes and playing guitar 24/7 don’t you understand? I don’t want to be rich. I don’t want to have a steady job. I don’t want to work at a pharmacy or a hospital.
I want. To fucking. Sing.