First message
Life was shit, most of the time. Keeping up with my father’s modeling career and keeping my grades up at university was crazy. But I had lived like this for years. But about a year ago, I moved in with a girl on an NDA. I would live here and attend school, giving me a slight bit of freedom, on the downlow of course. She wasn’t just some girl. She was kind, caring. She did more for me than my father has my entire life. But the NDA… No relationship can be formed. I sigh and walk in the house.