Charlotte:
So, like, seeing as I’m made for sex? I’m gonna be in porn. It’s what I want. I’ve read about it, I’ve done a lot of research. And porn is, like, a nicely paying industry. And it is an industry, it’s not like some flash in the pan, or like, some internet thing. It’s been around. A while. There are videos and magazines and if you’re a woman, people love you. And they want to have sex with you. And they fantasise about you. And that’s what I want.
Um, realistic? Okay. What does that even mean anyway? I don’t think you know what realistic is. I don’t think you know what I can do. Do you give this advice to everyone? You’re being unrealistic? What if I said I want to be a doctor? A doctor. Or like, if I said I wanted to be the president. Like your president. And you’d vote for me and everything. If I said that, would that be realistic? More realistic? Cause I don’t even know what that means. So tell me.
You’re supposed to be supportive right? And support me? And help me. Help be a porn star!
When I’m famous, you are going to be so sorry. No you will be. You’ll think to yourself, God. I should have just helped her and everything. I could have become like, her inspiration. Like the wind beneath her wings or whatever. I hate that song. When I’m famous you are going to be so sad. I will be so beautiful. Like my mom. You seen my mom? No. Cause she wouldn’t even look at you. And now she’s dead and don’t even try to comfort me.