I'll never forget the last night I attempted driving to the strip club. A song by Evanescence played loudly in my car. It was also one of the songs that played while I danced on stage.
As I drove once again to the place where I was becoming angry, tears streamed down my face as reality
I was a little girl who had a dream of becoming a lawyer some day. Instead, I grew up and became a stripper.
It's easy to accuse those who took advantage of my vulnerabilities as a little girl, but I won't. You see, we are all broken. Some more than others, but it is