Like, I don't even know why I'm crying. I have so much going through my head. I'm so stressed.

I haven't slept in like 48 hours because it's the end of the semester and I procrastinated on all of my homework so I'm cramming it in now before Wednesday. Among the other 50 million things I need to get done.

Busy weeks. I love them, but I don't handle well under stress, and I wish I did.

I know it comes with what I do, but I'm tired of sleaze bags. It used to be flattering, but at least ten times a day, a guy will message me, first thing out of their mouth is, "Damn, you're sexy, got a boyfriend?" Why. The. Hell...Would I want to talk to someone like that? It's totally below my standards.

I've come to learn that being a model means you play a constant game with the world. You don't act extremely flattered when you're complimented because that shows naivity. You never use a photographer less than the best, and NEVER use a friend's photographer because that "friend" will talk you down to everyone she comes in contact with. Never give away your secrets to your success because your fellow ladies WILL use them as their own and give you NO credit.

Tomorrow, I'm sleeping in as much as I can, but I'm meeting Jake for lunch and have work at 4 until 10. Then more homework will follow.

Wednesday, I work 10:30-4. Grab some food and head downtown to shoot a business seminar for a few hours and then have a late dinner with Charles.

Thursday, lunch with Jessica at 12 and a promotional photoshoot that evening.

Among all that, editing photos, networking with people, making plans with friends. Get 4 outfits together for Monday's photoshoot with this new photographer.

Ismeal is getting on my ever loving nerve. I'm sick of JT messaging me saying, "Can you resend that I didn't get it." When I never sent annything.

I'm worried I'm going to lose my closest friend. I hear of people talking trash about me behind my back and I can honestly say, I never intentionally did anything to them ever. And I hate having people not like me. I'll share the wealth willingly, I wish people weren't jealous of me.

I wanna move out so bad, it's killing me. I need money bad too.

Listening to Secondhand Serenade tonight is the only thing calming down. That and love from a friend <3

Goodnight.