Did I really earn this, or did I just wear you all down?
I grew up in a way where I didn't realize there were limitations.I always thought I could speak my mind.
Every single second of every single day... I don't know if I feel like a bad mom, but at the end of the day I'm always plagued with, 'Did I do enough? Should I go in a different direction?'
I hate the term 'rom-com.'
I don't need any more stories. I have enough stories. I need a life.
As long as I have enough money for makeup artists, everything is okay. I feel young and very free. But one day, my face will be too old for the camera.