Have fallen desparately in love with the kid on television.
The bitch he's dating on the show is nasty. Narsty even.
Have you ever noticed real life reflects what we watch sometimes?
On a carb craze, cravin it all, sugar, pizza, bread... PASTA.
Have finally come to the realization that nothing matters for now except the cash. CASH. I dream of it, the smell and feel of it, owning it all for myself. Seeing that balance for my London trip in my bank account. I don't care anymore about scheming other ways. I need this cash to support myself. Nearly there, too. Once I've got it, I can relax. Until then, have to keep trying my hardest.
Jags emailed again. Said I look fab in my pictures. Did he doubt? Men.
Chris from America has run out like cheap pantyhose. Dick.
Nearly there, one dollar at a time.
Keep up, hun. Keep up.
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