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devour the emotio

t have to worry about bills and sh*t like that," Mia said, sitting across the room

ot like prostitut

siness agreement." She shrugged and

ble story and for something that I could say that would

ook another drag of her cigarette,

g a s*x kingdom when she entered. I had no f*ck*ng clue what I was ge

e up a bit, and she, as my 'big sister' was supposed to help me through all of this stuff. Sh

e another year left and to be honest, I'm thi

e," I said wi

arted. You'll see. You get taken care of

The worst part of all of this was I didn't have anything to change until after I w

to have no shame in stripping a

" she whispered after w

ing

ad always wanted to visit, but I grew up in Flori

ed onto my back to stare at the ceiling. Admittedly, I was used to sleeping with a fan on and had a heck of a time getting to sleep down here

the bags under my eyes were starting to get difficult to cover with makeup alone. But a

uld be to soak my feet in salt water and wrap myself in a fuzzy robe, I came to a very startling realization. I was no longer a journalist. If I had been, I would have

ould be my new focus- How to get out. The story could wait. My life could w

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kdown. You have no clue why, you certainly don't wake up that way, you just know it's coming. Real

y much gotten used to them at this point. Even my roommate, you know, the one I was grossed out by her blatant admittance of sleeping with

o go home, and the less sh*t I gave about my flat-lined career. I was tired, tired of working every day and getting nothing for it, tir

he room all the time. When I screwed up he would roll his eyes with this smug smirk on his

d light-footed to the private bathroom connected to our room. I shut the door behind me, left the lights on, crawled into the bathtub, and just let myself be an emotional disaster. A basket case. Something Christiano would h

ay as if nothing had ever happened. I showered, stalked down the hall to pick an outfit with only