It was “the life.”
I had money, drugs, no attachments. All I had to do was go tanning, wear pretty makeup, dance in stilettos (okay, that took some getting used to) and drown out all my thoughts and emotions.
That’s all I ever wanted to do anyway. I hated that nagging, whiny, needy voice inside that wanted so much guidance and stability and love. Yuck.
All I wanted was to shut that girl up and finally live life!
And to pretend.