i won't be the one to chase you . .
cyn perched daintily on her new couch, shipped in from switzerland and completely ugly. not that that registered on the wilde's minds. the more expensive, the better. which was fine for clothes. and shoes. and makeup. but couches? she took a sip of tea and made a face, then quickly put it back into neutral mode when her mother glared at her.
"mother, please. grandmother is not going to want to see me. she thinks my whole life is a . . sham! in her words!"
her father looked over at her mother. "darling, she's right. she has cancer. seeing cyn will not make anything better."
fucking right it won't. she figured she should be insulted but was too happy about escaping to care.
she opened her laptop and logged onto her livejournal.
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i don't think being away so often is doing much for my reputation in nyc. i know like, no one. it actually kind of sucks. there's renee, and ally's pretty cool too. but a love interest? nada. after i ended things with pierre last month i've been lacking in that department. i can't tell if i'm intimidating because i'm a model, or if i just can't catch the interest of anyone? aspen was decent, not as good as i was expecting. met johnny. but i'm pretty sure he's still in love with val.
anyway, enough of this depressing talk. i'm out.
<3 cyn.
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she looked up at the ceiling and sighed.