My feet are sore, my head hurts, I feel ugly. Thats to be expected after a long night. I lay down on the couch, wishing for some silence. The neighbors are fucking. The thin walls of the apartment cant contain their moans and bangs. I try to shut them out, but its impossible. Its disgusting.
I throw something at the wall. It doesn't stop. I bang on the wall, it doesn't stop. I scream and cry and yell, but it doesn't stop. I sit in the corner of the room. Thats all I do, is wait at corners. Waiting for money, people, another disease. Its life, its how I make a living.
I'm sick of it.
I am so fucking sick of this shit.
I curl up in a ball. Theres no quick painless way to do this. I cant do this. I cant.

I sit there and weep. I stayed like that until morning.
Time to go to work.

I tiredly take a shower, put on my makeup, my dress, and I quietly sit out at my corner.