Coke, Cigs, Pills, Speed and Starvation

I've been thinking all day what sacrifices I would do to become a model.
Doing Drugs, is something im very against, but the thought of being able to meet and hang out with Lindsay Lohan, makes it seem all worth while. Today I was doing my own thing as usualy, day dreaming in my room, for when I can finally live the life or privelage and glamour. The one I've been yearning for my whole life. I was getting ready as usual, doing poses in the mirror, and day dreaming of the day I could be a celebrity model.
 
"Omg Paris! You called Marc Jacobs himself! Omg, Im having lunch with him tomorrow to discuss busieness! I love you so much!"
Then ofcourse my mother has to walk in and announce that my make-up looked hideous. I tried to ignore her and asked her if we could have lunch in Beverly Hills, since she knows I might be going to Canada this week. Ofcourse she yells at me and screams she doesn't want to drive there in traffic and what a spoiled brat I am.

There goes the fantasy of glamour, independence, and freedom.

We argued the rest of the day, and we ended up making each other cry.
2 years, 6 months and 3 days till FREEDOM.

Absolute beauty
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