August 17, 2011

bath time in the puddle

dear every morning when i wake up diary,

there has to be a whore somewhere who wakes up feeling the same way i do, relieved she isn't a whore anymore, yet still clinging to the title like some kind of rodeo queen. it's who i am and i don't want to change, but i'm glad i never really was one. i like the stigma you see, but actually dipping myself into the dirty water where whores go. well, that is a whole different box of fruit.