23 Dec

I was raised to be a hard woman by a hard woman. I do have a tender heart, but I’ve always fancied myself to be a bit of a bad bitch. Lately, though, I have realized this sad truth. I have been selling myself to the lowest bidder my whole life, with a sort of quiet middle class desperation. I’ve been taking and getting what I can, when I can. It makes me feel, summarily, like shit. I’ve gotten little money and less love for all my time and kisses and good humor and hard work. Tonight, I am tired in my head and tired in my heart and I have decided – firmly – on my worth. No one on this Earth is required to meet my price, but my dying ass if I’ll be giving any more discounts.


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