britney/shmitney

My voice....

Let it be heard.... I am so freakin tired of going of walking down the streets of NYC and seeing her face everywhere. Is she pregnant? Who the f*** cares? She gained a few pounds, so did I. I have never been able to understand the fascination. The girl who was molded by an industry. An industry that just thinks about the dollar at the end of the day. Synthesized voice. Nothing pure, nothing wholesome about it. Then I attend an audition and I meet people who have real, raw talent. People who struggle and fight for a dream to come true. People who really deserve the recognition. I tell myself to keep on fighting and dreaming. It will happen. Someday my voice will be heard.

Peace