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.

Skyler

Skyler has been trying to contact me the last couple of months. What he doesn't know is that I take my iPhone with me everywhere. And I get his messages, I just never open them up. It's weird because he always double texts. It's weird because he has an iPhone like me, so I'm assuming it's not a mistake, but maybe it is. Or maybe it isn't. Who the hell knows? 

If it were a real emergency he could just call me. But he never does. And I'm starting to believe that he never will.

Europe

There's just something amazing about waking up early in the morning in Paris. Opening your window curtains to see the Eiffel tower standing there. The one thing I have to say I miss the most about Europe is the pretty cigarettes. Their called Sobranie, and I've found them extremely difficult to get a hold of in the USA. But since I've been to Europe so many times, I already know where to pick up this brand.

I think I also miss the champagne. Dom Perignon all day every day. Oh and of course you can never forget sparkling water. Even though I felt like I drank more alcohol than water whenever I'm there. Which might be a bad thing, or a good thing considering that dieting by drinking, and chain smoking cigarettes is the way for me.

I miss him

I have been trying not to think about Ken for the last couple of months, but every time I open my iPhone's pictures, I see his smiling face looking right at me and I get this heart lurching pain. Something that I think will never go away. I miss him every day but I know it's near to impossible to see him. I know he's moved on. He's dating this girl whose pretty, smart, and who works with him in the same building. I know it's bad to have self pity for myself, but every time I see his picture I want to cry a little bit inside.

I haven't read his last Facebook message to me, because I'm scared of what it might say. Especially since I've been in London, and Paris during June. And now I'm in Thailand, and traveling Asia. As soon as I get back to the states in September, I'm going to be in New York for fashion week. As soon as that's over, I'm going to be back in L.A. And that frightens me, because then I won't be able to hold back anymore. And I will have to read his Facebook message.

Thailand

I remember the summers I spent in Thailand. Lounging by the beach, drinking coconut juice, and having a great feast after the tanning. I loved spending time in a tropical country, while relaxing. I also remember the summer I spent in France, just walking around up and around the Eiffel tower, and also the Louvre. I love art, and I always felt like it was in my blood, so every time I'm in a museum, I feel a sense of awe.