Gotham City Network

These people are childish, and it's beginning to give me a migraine.

Elle, let's go out. We'll have a spa day.

I found a job at some shabby bar. At least it gets me out of this apartment, although the roomie does have it looking very nice.

If I had known living with someone was cool like this, I would have might had insisted Daddy let me live with someone when I became an adult. Even though the asshole most likely wouldn’t have let me.

The craving temptation gets so strong at times. One day I think I'm getting better at this, then the next I feel like I'm about to lose control.

Where am I? One moment walking out of the bar and then bam, I’m here!?

What is going on? Why was I being rushed around….I can’t be late tomorrow for work tomorrow. He was the only one who would pay me under the table