The Ripped Soul

It's 6:16am. I should be in bed. But I can't sleep.

My head is crammed full of whatever happened today, and what was said, and how I had to witness that because of money, it can change a lot of things. And people.

Jess... why can't you have a rich boyfriend for once?

Wow? Yeah. I know I might be exaggerating jusssssst a little bit, but it certainly felt like if she could, she'd pop the words "jess, why won't you open your legs so you can help us out on our little predicament...."

Not exactly what you'd expect to hear coming from someone that's supposed to be your guardian.

I might be a little too over the top, a little too sensitive, a little too dramatic.. maybe I expect too much out of people. But I was stunned when I heard the question, and didn't know how to answer.

So I'm supposed to sell my body, my feelings and my heart in exchange for money?

I know at some point in everyone's lives, some people whore themselves out.. but as a kid I've vowed never to go that path. And I'm certainly not starting now. Even when I'm fucking broke.

I might want tons of things. But I'm not going to give away my dignity in exchange for materialism. It's not who I am.

I'm better than that.