Everything is airbrushed, fake, paid for, and you have an entourage of 30 covering up your claim "Oh I just eat healthy and shop at Walgreens for make up". BULLSHIT. But that's neither here nor there. Because I have a confession to make. Two maybe. If you're lucky. And seeing how I seem to can't just justify the original one without the small second confession first, I'm going to have to give you both.
(I'll just do it short and sweet) iusedtobeatwihardgeekbecauseilovedthebooksuntilthemoviesruinedmylifeandirefusetobeafanofanythingtwilighteveragain. there i said it!
don't make me do it again
H.O.W.E.V.E.R. ... here is my original confession.
As drunk or high in public they might be sometimes,
I distance high five them for telling the media and the rest of
nosy America to shove it and do what they need to stay sane.
In my eyes, Fame can be anything but healthy.