Who am I? Do I have my father’s eyes, or his brown hair? I can’t forget that she not will tell me who he is. She is my mother and even when I was ten years old and came crying home from school and asked about my father she refused it. I don’t know if I hate or love her for not telling me, because he could be on drugs, or he could be dead or something like that.
What am I going to do with my life? Did I make all the right choices? Should I have tried a bit harder to become an actor? Was it foolish of me to think that [NAVN E] had changed, and did I deceive my own eyes when it took me nine months to realise that he was cheating on me, with my best friend [NAVN C]? Yes because he was always worked late. And when he came home I could smell her perfume. Then he and [NAVN C] could get married, I hope that she discovers what a jerk he really is.
I’m very glad that I change my name to [NAVN A], because [NAVN B] is too ordinary for a model or a designer. Some times I regret leaving the modelling agency and taking the design education in New York, then I wouldn’t have meet [NAVN D], And that would have change my life in a very positive way.
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