i am very very lucky honestly and am exactly that kind of spoilt rich kid that everyone hates. my dad has money and my dad pays for pretty much everything and i guess that’s not uncommon when you’re 19, but since i’m not in school and not pursuing any sort of career that will someday make me money, i feel a little bit guiltier about it

i want to write. that’s what i like to do and that’s what i want to do and i do at least 1k every day in order to improve, so that one day maybe i’ll be good at it and that’s what means a lot to me and my dad is really understanding of that (he’s a novelist along with being a lawyer, and he dropped out of school multiple times and spent lots of years dicking around) and every time i feel so bad for being sort of lazy and incompetent and cry on him about it he’s just like

“look, i love you. you’re my best friend. if i didn’t like you then maybe i wouldn’t want to buy you stuff or have you live here, but you’re my daughter and i love you and my life is made so much better by having you around, so of course i’m gonna give you money”

and that’s because he’s a fucking great human being