a customer told me that I should quit my job to be a model, because “my hair is beautiful, as are my eyes and complexion”. This isn’t the first time this has happened. I love my job I love my job I love my job I love my job.
I got thrown out of my house over something as stupid as getting a chest tattoo, so i started staying in-between friend’s houses. And now? Now i’m living in South Florida with the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. I moved 1,400 miles away from everything I’ve ever known.
Sometimes, the people that you thought would never let you down prove you wrong. And the people that you never really expected to be there show you they care much more than you think. I guess this is what life is about, getting hurt, just to move onto better things. Because once you’ve hit rock bottom there’s no where to go but up….or at least i’m really hoping that’s true.