FaceKAK

You can be who you want to be on facebook. If you’re reading this you most likely think I am a young, blonde, carefree model who gets paid lots of money to stand and look pretty. I am not. What I am, the person sitting behind this PC typing these very words, is a scared, alone, little girl who doesn’t know what to do, where to go, or who she can trust. It would be nice to have the whole world think I am confident and have a goal/plan and that I am in no doubt of my capability of achieving it/them. I could let everyone think that. I could write it here and you would believe it. But that’s bullshit. I have no fucking clue what my plan is. What I want, all I want, is to stand on a stage in front of an audience and scream. Scream until my lungs collapse, until my whole body caves in and there is nothing left to do but fall. And when I do, I guess it’d be nice to have someone care. Care to notice. Care to ask if I am ok. Care enough to even catch me perhaps. But that’s not going happen is it. Instead, I get this lame, fake feeling of people caring when they send me random inbox messages and ask me “how my day was!” Well the answer 9 times out of 10 is shit. Is that what you want to hear? My day was shit. And even if you’re not one of the other hundreds who want to hear how I just got back from an awesome shoot where I was wearing hardly anything, what can you possibly do to make it any better anyway!!