I hate myself for my shallowness. But, no. I'm not shallow. I guess I'm just not so secure, hence I always try to improve, try to be loved and self-assured. LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME. My profession isn't really helping me get rid of this problem. Well well, at least I don't have colon cancer or a manhood the size of a fucking peanut shell. Thank god that we girls don't have to deal with that.
take a step down in society, welcome underground to the real life of a hustler
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