sometimes I just want to cry. My stress reaches such a high point and it really takes over my body. I just want to get away. I want to re-do life. Sometimes I can't see the importance in friends, maybe it's because I don't have many real ones. I think what I miss most about the past is being cared about. So is the feeling I was afraid of? Waking up next to someone else thinking of the old love, reminding myself he's gone.

So, my dad is showing my portfolio to a make-up artist recruiter for celebrities and agencies. Underneath all of this negativity I have hope for a better life.