dear conclusions i didn't mean to draw diary,
every once i a while i feel so blessed to be me and then the bottom drops out and i hate myself. try explaining that one on a daily basis. it ain't daily so much anymore, not since i started this nonsense about being a whore, but it does still happen. oh sure, i came to terms with the whole 'whore' notion and it was indeed a fun pill to swallow, but the reality is, i sure didn't make a very good one. i could have (and should have) done a much better job. maybe i wasn't qualified for the job. after all, i can not build a house, or remove an appendix, or drive a back hoe- i'm not qualified to do those jobs either. so i don't know what i thought would ever qualify me to be a whore. but now that i do have some experience, maybe i can go sign up and be a firefighter and put my skills to good use. deep in my heart of hearts, i always did kinda wanna be a hero.
every once i a while i feel so blessed to be me and then the bottom drops out and i hate myself. try explaining that one on a daily basis. it ain't daily so much anymore, not since i started this nonsense about being a whore, but it does still happen. oh sure, i came to terms with the whole 'whore' notion and it was indeed a fun pill to swallow, but the reality is, i sure didn't make a very good one. i could have (and should have) done a much better job. maybe i wasn't qualified for the job. after all, i can not build a house, or remove an appendix, or drive a back hoe- i'm not qualified to do those jobs either. so i don't know what i thought would ever qualify me to be a whore. but now that i do have some experience, maybe i can go sign up and be a firefighter and put my skills to good use. deep in my heart of hearts, i always did kinda wanna be a hero.
