ha!

I read all my old posts last night, not feeling sorry for myself one bit. Slighty embarrassed at times. What a life, what a party, what a joyous slut! Let's be honest, my so called "modelling days" in Singapore was as interesting as being stuck in traffic. The rant about being a workoloholic was just me being a narcissist having a 10am psychosis. No men were harmed in the making of this movie. And the proceedings went to my useless heart. Loving him is always easy, loving myself is something else. Wednesday therapy booked.