I Have To Get Off The Internet.

I Was A Hoarder, And I Got Rid Of Everything. Now Nothing Comes In My Home Unless It Has A Purpose. And Decor Is Not A Purpose. Home Is New York Apartment With A Table, A Bed And Sofas. That's It. Everything Else Is Gone.

I Did That Dior Couture 60th Anniversary Show In July. It Took So Long To Get Ready, I Think I Would Have Rather Been Watching.

I Was Having Panic Attacks. I Didn't Want To Live That Way Anymore. I Was In Love And I Wanted It To Work. I Was Tired Of Travelling, Tired Of The Whole Scene, Just Tired. I Sat Around. I Was Lazy. I Wanted A Routine, And I Wanted To Wake Up In The Same Bed Every Day, And I Got My Wish.

I Got So Sick Of My Face And The Flaws.

I Have To Get Off The Internet. It's So Unhealthy For Me. I Do See What They Post About Me, And It's Not Always Positive. They're Mean - Though There Are Some Lovely Ones. I'm So Tempted To Post Something, But I Haven't Done It Yet.