So I haven’t been having the best few weeks. Been in and out of manic bouts of what appears to be depression. I’m not good enough. I’m not attractive enough. I’m not enough. So when I came to work today I didnt think things would or could get any better. Fast forward to now.
I’m sitting in my almost empty apartment with seven garbage bags and a big suitcase full of clothes that one of my bosses supermodel clients didn’t want anymore. She was going to donate them but then said, “Why don’t you take them, Tiara?”
Winning.
