“What the fuck” I scram across the room trying to figure out what I was forgetting. I was supposed to be at my grandmothers house 30 minutes ago, and I have yet to even get to the car. But of course with my luck my damn alarm clock didn’t go off, and I was late getting up.

My life has been hell since my record deal, and getting off of this tour. I haven’t really enjoyed any of it except the fact of expressing my feeling on stage and the fans seem to like my feelings. I don’t think anyone really knows what it is I go through everyday, and why I do.

I don’t live that far from my grandmas; it’s about 15 minutes away. I live in a more high class and security protected neighborhood. I had to find a good place like this, because of the constant fans/stalkers that follow me home. I love my house though it’s huge, it should be I didn’t pay 780,000 for it for nothing.

I know what you’re thinking why an 18 year old has such a big house if I live by myself. Well the truth is I like that I can get lost in my own house, and I can never get bored, I have everything I need there. I fell in love with this house the first time I saw it, it was just me, and come on its not like I don’t have the money to buy it.

That’s another thing that I like to tell myself, I have more money than I could ever spend and I enjoy that. Don’t take me as some kind of self obsessive person; I do donate a lot of money and things to different organizations.

I walked outside with my acoustic guitar and 2 backpacks. Making my way to my garage I opened garage door #4, and there she was, my baby girl. I named her K she’s a Porsche 911 Carrera 4S Cabrio. It makes me sad to think back of the memories that lie in this car. It was her Idea to get this new one. I only got it because it was her favorite, and now that she is gone it became the only thing that actually made me laugh in our memory instead of crying.