dear quiet day screaming in my sleep diary,
i slept much better than the previous two nights, yet still tipped the shit on the ''shit scale." something must me eating at my subconscious. i was a dripping whore in my dreams last night and moving AGAIN from a house where i no longer live. i was; moving items that were not mine- in a truck that was not mine- with children that were not mine. the only thing that was familiar was my old house, the feeling of being a wet nasty whore and very much regretting it, and becky- who came running back through the door she's actually never ever been through as soon as i called for her. i never had the feeling of being a whore in that house, only in this house i am in now have i had that feeling. it is one of the worst feelings i have ever experienced in my life and no woman should ever get used to that. i remind myself daily of the label i now wear because of the mistakes i made in my past. i don't mind it so much anymore, the label, because i know i am retarded now. it's okay to be a whore.
i slept much better than the previous two nights, yet still tipped the shit on the ''shit scale." something must me eating at my subconscious. i was a dripping whore in my dreams last night and moving AGAIN from a house where i no longer live. i was; moving items that were not mine- in a truck that was not mine- with children that were not mine. the only thing that was familiar was my old house, the feeling of being a wet nasty whore and very much regretting it, and becky- who came running back through the door she's actually never ever been through as soon as i called for her. i never had the feeling of being a whore in that house, only in this house i am in now have i had that feeling. it is one of the worst feelings i have ever experienced in my life and no woman should ever get used to that. i remind myself daily of the label i now wear because of the mistakes i made in my past. i don't mind it so much anymore, the label, because i know i am retarded now. it's okay to be a whore.
