August 2012
“Only acceptance of morbidity can allow you to see the source and beauty of all...”
– Max Farrell (via pandorasjokebox)
Btw guys,
the excess amount of money I made from massaging and sex, after paying my rent etc, I spent on all my friends, the ones who have nastily spread the rumors, and trashed me for it and ditched me once I became too sick to work and needed surgery,
You know who you are.
What kind of people does that make you?
I filled flat cupboards, fed cats, payed for endless amounts of pot and ciggies and no...
It fucking destroys me that I didn't get a decent...
Yes, I was a prostitute.
I suppose to admit it is all I can do. You all fucking shame me for that, yet you have no idea. Some of you, who used to be my ‘friends’ continue to endlessly bag me out for it, six months on from that hard, embarrassing part of my life. The people who knew me, constantly dumping abuse in my ask for it.
So I had sex for men for money, yes, to avoid living on the fucking street.
Try...
And I miss tayce
My new friend Amelia is jthe man. Can’t believe that we got our drinks spiked on Sunday night though! Wtf. Psychos.
