I opened the doors to my flat and dragged my bags inside. My head was killing me, I don't know at what point my brain thought it was a good idea to drink two bottles of tequila, my stomach was literally on fire, I could only drink water since I woke up this morning. Thank God we have a week off before the next Grand Prix because I couldn't work in these conditions. I walked to the bathroom, took off my sunglasses which I used to cover my zombie face, tied my hair in a ponytail and washed my face to wake myself up. Shit, I'll never drink another drop of tequila I vowed as I dipped my face in the water I gathered in my hands. I dried my face with the towel and then applied some eye contour to stop the dark circles from attacking my face, it literally took me ages to erase those damn dark circles from my eyes. Once I finished my face masks and stuff, I dragged my feet across the flat floor to my bedroom, jumped into bed and grabbed my phone to check my social media. It was full of pictures of me dancing, with the girl who asked for my autograph, with Lando, with Carmen, Lily and everyone. There were also pictures of me with Mick. I started reading the comments and everyone was assuming I was having an affair with both of them and thousands of comments about me. I'm sick of it, I don't deserve all this abuse just for trying to be friendly with everyone. I went on Instagram, searched for a picture of me and made a post.
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After a while reading more comments trying to find the good ones, my phone rang telling me I had a new notification.
landonorris started following you
I clicked on the notification and went straight to Lando's profile, the orange colour was the most noticeable thing on the screen. There were pictures of his car, his podiums, him partying in clubs, a couple of pictures with Luisa, and thousands and thousands of comments and likes, not counting the millions of followers. After analysing it for a moment I hit the screen and started to follow him too. I left my phone on the bed to get up to make a coffee and a notification rang on the device.
mickschumacher started following you
I think I'll start using my social media. I followed him back and now I turned off my phone and went to the kitchen. I sat down at my desk, put my coffee on the side of the table and turned on my laptop. My computer is my safe, I literally have my whole life on it, I have pictures and videos from when I was a little girl, when I loved to celebrate my birthday and my mum would organize a little party with my friends from school, and when we used to play games and when my dad taught me how to ride a bike for the first time and he hugged me every time I fell on the ground. I miss them so much. I also have a kind of diary where I write down all the things that happened to me in my life, random things or keywords or phrases that apply to my life or numbers or drawings. But the important things I have in there are my passwords and my bank accounts and yes, my memory is not good. I closed my laptop and walked to the kitchen, night had come and my stomach was screaming for food. I opened the fridge to look for something I could cook, I only found bacon cheese and cream to make a carbonara, I definitely had to do the shopping. The flat was very quiet, so I put some music on the speaker while I was cooking, so it wouldn't be so quiet. After twenty minutes my dinner was ready, I sat at my kitchen island and ate while singing some songs. I really enjoy my alone time, it's therapeutic.
