Iāve made a personality around being a good time.
I paint pictures and spin narratives.
A fun girl on a Saturday night.
Someone who likes sex and takes what she needs without shame or guilt.
Easy.
A whore.
Itās a mask Iāve given up hoping someone will see beyond.
Lonely and achingly fragile⦠but itās of my own doing.
And I donāt know how to escape it.
All I know is that when Iām on my knees⦠even just for a minute⦠I can pretend I belong.










