TEXTS ✉️ MOLIA
NIA: ...Seriously? You could've asked. But okay then. Maybe it's time to put it all on the table.
NIA: First of all, it's kind of pointless to ask you if you know how this feels, because you don't. This has always been your life. Which is fine, it works for you. But putting aside all the abandonment issues, lying, and general destruction of what I thought was my life until then, having people watch everything you do is just...weird. Stressful. Overwhelming.
NIA: I don't want to be known for anything he does. Elijah Puckerman doesn't give a damn about me. And that's not even me being bitter over him being a ghost until I was seventeen, I mean he looked straight at me and STILL decided I wasn't good enough. He left. Then Jake got his stamp of approval and all but did the same thing. That man's fame has done nothing but completely fuck over my family. I want no part of it.
MOLLY: You don't know the first thing about my life, angel. But I'll slide right past that.
MOLLY: I see what you're saying, but honestly, all I'm getting from it is a sob story and the fact that you're just going to roll over and let the man win.
MOLLY: Living your life and being around people who could potentially make you happy is not relying on him or his fame. If anything, enrolling in a college for privileged offspring is, but I digress...
MOLLY: You isolating yourself like this? This is how he's winning.













