Sometimes I ask myself Am I happy with the life I live every day.
Well, the answer is actually simple! No, I am not happy with it.
The only positive thing I've been able to do in my life is turn my hobby into my profession.
And for the rest, I'm actually unhappy with myself.
I'm not even happy in Belgium anymore. Everything I ever did wrong keeps following me.

Mama, I'm sorry for the things I did!
You always told me, you can make mistakes as long as you've been able to get something out of them.
But I never tell my mother personally that I'm sorry for the times I've been dealing, smothering, hanging out with the wrong guys.
Many people often ask me what I would do if I ever have a child of my own. The first task of being a father is to take care of your child and keep your child out of trouble and protect it. I've always had the bad luck of not having any connection with my father.
Pure by my own.
As a certain rapper would say:
Sorry, dear dad, I hope you don't hate me. Because your son wasn't the son a father expected.

Yes, the things I did and then came in front of my parents and I was embarrassed. I was ashamed to call myself their child when I did nothing but disappoint them. I write my own songs in the hope that one day I could release it and make them proud at least once. I recently told my parents that I want to move on my own to the Netherlands to make a new start there. Start a whole new life and a whole different life. The Netherlands is full of artists, maybe someone is walking there who wants to teach me how to make my parents proud with my music. But until then, I'll stay in the catering industry. My school time I was mostly at the police station for the things I've done. Only when I started working did my Frank fall how hard my parents had to work to get money to take care of me and my brother/sister. While I was just going to commit robberies.

I'm not proud of who I was or what I did. But I know the moment I'm somewhere I would do anything to make my parents proud and tell them how sorry I am for what kind of son I was. #spijt