My handwriting is terribly sexy, I can't deny. Runway models are overrated, for the one girl that gets famous and all the cash (brushy brow) there are thousands that don't but are still models and we just decided it was a practical thing to do. (For which I'm lucky)
It's her apartment and her door camera, it's not big or pretty or even terribly nice and I pay 400 bucks in rent, which isn't much in Amsterdam but still a hefty amount for a student.
I can understand, stuff just seems to happen to me, and I have the tendency to share things that happen to me.
Also I completely fucked up my middle or secondary school or whatever you call it. And I have no father any more. Not everything is great.