I remember walking the dog one day I saw a car full of teenage girls and one of them rolled down the window and yelled 'Marc Jacobs!' in a French accent.
I mean I'd love to have a private jet - I know people who fly by private jet...
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
I accrued anger from people's low opinion of me and my work and for the work I might be capable of.
