What Was Thought, Yet Never Said
Transcript of a pep-talk from my inner monologue.
Tell your mother she was right when she called you a whore. A lazy, careless, stupid whore. You thought you could get away with it, didn’t you? All that fraternizing and frivolous frolicking, drowning your sorrows at the bottom of that bottle. Putting off for longer what you could’ve done tomorrow, or next week.