the rotten clam

dear i left diary,

my biggest mistake six years ago today was going back. you see, i had enough sense to leave once before any lines ever got crossed, but i returned. i often ask myself why i did that when i knew and clearly had the intelligence to leave, what made me do it? then, the ride home after it was done, boy, did i feel stupid. i felt worthless. i felt used. i felt dirty. i felt cheap. i felt like a whore for the first time in my life and i could NOT wait to get into the shower and wash my pussy out. but even that didn't help. it was after that one single first encounter that my sweet pussy began to smell awful, so bad in fact, that i could smell my own snatch while walking through the isles at target. i thought this was a sign from God and i know now that it was. i've not had any sexual encounters with that man who made my pussy smell in many years, and i would never expose my beautiful vagina to anything like that again, but it really is something even the most retarded whore can not forget, at least i never will.