they’re painfully generic
Last weekend I felt ethereal and momentary and beautiful. Drugs are far too alluring for this young soul. The come down has been taxing and selfish and doubtful.
Tonight a regular customer at my work said to me “you’re lucky we didn’t drag you out the back and fuck you”. I still feel shocked and disgusting that two men in their early 40’s that come in every night felt that was an appropriate thing to say to a young woman. Let alone any woman really. It made me feel so unsafe and embarrassed.
I wanna bad man