Last night, under the cover of darkness, I indulged in a forbidden ritual during my monthly curse, fingers daringly exploring despite the crimson tide. My heart raced with dread, imagining my mother’s horrified gaze at dawn, spotting the bloody evidence on my hands. That fear twisted into a nightmare—my sister brutally slain, her blood smeared on my guilty fingers, and a lifetime behind bars as my fate. I jolted awake, screaming into the void, “I’M NOT TO BLAME!” My mother burst in, her eyes locking onto the scarlet stain on my hands. With a disgusted “ugh,” she turned and vanished into the night.

#taboo #nightmare #guilt #shock

I’m a damn fine-looking chick with a wild streak.
Sometimes, when I’m hammered and craving a rush, I doll myself up in the boldest outfits, slap on some fierce makeup, and hit the highway to flag down a taxi.
I always spin the same tale—booze drained my wallet dry, so I beg for a ride in exchange for a quick blow.
Out of ten drivers, five or six bite the bait.
The real buzzkill? When I stumble on some bleeding-heart types who just offer a free lift out of pity.

#wildlife #hustle #thrillseeker #nocensors

I’m playing shield for my ex, a real piece of work, lying to the cops to cover his sorry ass after he screwed me over by banging a hooker in some sleazy club. I’ve dropped nearly 20k on a shrink to deal with the wreckage he left behind.

Picture this: him slurring goodbyes to yet another cheap tramp, smashing a window, nearly tearing the damn door off its hinges in a drunken rage. And yet, here I am, still pathetically in love with this bastard, waiting over a year for him to get his fill of debauchery and come crawling back.

#heartbreak #toxiclove #drama #foolish