Working hard

I've been traveling a lot the last couple of months. For those of you who are interested in what I do, I work in fashion. I'm not going to say anymore than that. But for those of you who are curious about the fashion business, it's always changing. It's always moving forward, and I think that's why I got involved with it. At the time, I was going to school, and I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Being pushed by my parents and by boys who I thought loved me was very difficult. And then one day I decided to fuck them all. And so my descent into fashion began. I've been a big fan of fashion ever since my mum inspired it out of me. To look at my mum's closet is like going back into time. She has a classic yet refined style. That can never be duplicated.

Saved

My mother told me last week that she couldn't save me, if I didn't want to be saved. I wanted to say, "You were never there for me when I was a child, and now you want to save me?"

I miss when I was a child, and everything only revolved around friends, school, and little birthday parties. Where has the time gone? It flew past me like a little sparrow, and now I'll never be able to get those days back.