I experienced a kiss from Venus today

I stood in front of the mirror for forty-five minutes today. Somewhere my consciousneas faded on and out, buzzed from cheap tequila desperate men. Yours truly acted out situations in which, as pathetic as it sounds, my beauty was a surprise to many. I posed in different ways, studying how the curves of my body might look on the other side of a camera lens.

With every orgasm, I feel deeper in love with him.

Can we start sending greeting cards to each other again? For real I wanna get a nice card in the mail from someone. Just one saying I love you, or I'm here if you need me. And then I realize I've estranged a lot of my family since rehab.

I probably have social anxiety from the trauma of being bullied at every school district I moved to.