Tuesday, February 23, 2016

When I was a kid, I wanted to own a pet no one thought was cute. Ugly even. Or maybe one with three legs. I wanted to bring it home and love it, more so because I was sure no one else would.

It's a vile thought now. To think that I was doing it only to stroke my ego. So pathetic.

I think that sometimes it translates into my choice of men.