It was past 9 p.m. and my makeup was finally off. The day was chaos; calls with the team about a new drop, photos for the website, Stormi coloring on the floor while I answered emails. I love it, I really do, but it drains me. Being "Kylie Jenner" is like wearing armor. It’s polished, it’s bulletproof, but it’s heavy.

I pulled into the parking lot of this tiny 24-hour corner store I used to sneak off to before everything blew up. I always liked it, smelled like dust and candy. Tonight I’m craving Hot Cheetos. Random, I know. I think I skipped lunch. Or was it dinner? I forgot. I had my cap in place, just in case anyway.