If I get connected to Jessica what's-her-face one more time, I'm going to scream. Very very very loudly. I dated her--everyone makes mistakes. And now it's over. O-V-E-R. Fucking tabloids. They need to find something interesting to write about. Dumb broad also needs to find something interesting to do. Like...find some talent? Yeah.
I hate people who think what I did with the guys is all I can do. Fuck you. You don't know a damn thing then, do you? I hate it even more when they're supposed to know music. Get out of my face. I'm not the pretty boy from 98 anymore. I'm me now, and I want something else. If you still see me as the other Nick, please, there's the door, and I'll certainly make sure it hits your ass on the way out. Don't waste my fucking time.
So I'm not Timberlake, I'm not Carter, but dammit, I deserve just as much respect as they do. I don't doubt their talent at all, they've done a lot to be so succesful. But they didn't have to work. They didn't share a one-bedroom apartment sleeping on mattresses found in dumpsters, they didn't work odd jobs for minimum wage just to pay bills and have a meal, maybe even two, a day.
I'm not trying to put either of them down, they're phenomenal talents. But I worked to be where I am, and all I want is the chance to prove that I can branch out and do my own thing. I deserve that.
This is where Nick really hopes nothing is taken out of context and doesn't get his ass chewed out. Nick and Justin-I admire both of you, your talent, your passion, your drive. You're incredible men.
Now that I'm finished ranting, I'm going to eat and watch TV and feel like a normal guy on a Friday night...or Saturday morning, whatever you prefer.