𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭
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Book 1
She's perfect. Perfect family. Perfect friends. Perfect life.
That's what the people believe.
That every celebrity is perfect, when in reali...
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How are you supposed to tell a well structured story when your life is absolute chaos?
I can't start my story with a once upon a time or in a land far, far away. Because I'm really just a struggling girl that lives in Ohio.
So I guess this is how I'll start my story;
I'm a pop star.
Sometimes I love it-well I guess I make myself love it. My dad was a singer. Was. But that's a story for another time. I honestly don't even know I like singing or if I'm just trying to make my dad proud.
It's my fault he's dead.
I want him to be proud of me but I feel like I'm a robot some days. The world is brutal and sometimes, it's hard. They find your biggest insecurity and use it against you; beating you to the ground with it.
The world sees me as a happy girl, living the perfect life. That's how it should be. Perfect. But my life's far from perfect.
I'm so stressed all the time I developed anxiety and after my dad's death, insomnia.
I wasn't always this...messed up. Growing up in the public eye obviously wasn't normal. I've been homeschooled almost my whole life. Not to mention I have hardly any friends.
I'm originally from Italy so the few friends I have are mostly from there. I do have Ray though. I guess that's good.
Ray's dad is my manager so we're together a lot.
We get along and I adore him but, it's hard not having another girl around. I live in a house with five boys; My brother, my three step brothers, and my step dad.
My mom was the one that dragged Jayden, my brother and I to Ohio. I didn't like the idea and I still don't. She loves to make my life hard and at this point I think of my mom as more of a roommate than a mom.
She's at "work" all the time and only comes home to have dinner and sleep. Just like a roommate.
My stepdad's the same way. I mean, I'm 17. I can take care of myself but with the life I live it's nice to just have one normal thing in my life.
Like parents who care.
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I get off my bed, locking my diary away before walking over to my closet. Jayden and I started going on these runs in the morning before everything gets stressful. That means getting up at 4:00 in the morning.
I grab a bright red sports bra, tall, white Nike socks, and black, high waisted leggings. I only wear high waisted things. It's one of the little things that I pride myself on doing.
Plus high waisted things hide my stomach better.
I grab my Apple watch and put it on behind my bracelets. Every bracket has some meaning behind it and I never take them off. They're kinda like tattoos for the underage.
