That’’s true, I should have focussed on how regular people hated her. Her only true friends were the other models she kept in touch with because they didn’t need to be jealous. The other women her new career were totally mean to her and the guys all wanted to fuck her (or promote her, ha!). I myself was jealous of her, I’m ashamed to admit.

Actually a scene I should have put in there was at her wedding where oh my god I heard people (“FRIENDS”) saying such mean shit about her and it was her wedding and they were eating her food and drinking her drinks.

But you’re right, this story is kind of shallow about the billionaire thing. You know what, she never called him a billionaire, but he sounded like one with his job and his helicopter and shit. What can I say, it was one of my first. I will point out, though, that this story did go viral and get me a “billion” or so claps so it can’t be that bad, Richard. Cut me some slack. (There I go exaggerating again, see! Cant help myself, it is actually something like five thousand claps, I don’t know, I haven’t looked in a long time.) (In terms of “not my best” I think it’s actually my third best performing story ever).

But I do acknowledge and totally agree with your criticism, but I really don’t like criticism. I’m working on that in therapy along with many other issues and I”m a total mess right now and you made me cry a little darn you.

But only cause I knew you were right. Thank you for holding me to a high standard of excellence you bastard. :)