I walked into the restroom at the museum
and waited amongst the other women for my turn.
In my stall, I gagged
smell of everyone's cunt.
Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad smell,
when you're asking for it.
But when you're not,
and it blows your way,
it's a pungent
But maybe it's a good way to die.
"CHOKED ON MANY UNIDENTIFIED CUNTS"
Never mind that. I'm over the sickness.
I took the map out of the box because I know that I will never speak to you again.
Years ago I challenged myself to do something that scared me at least once a day.
Of course, like this 52 week challenge, I forgot.
So now, I'm back on it.
I'm saying yes to things that scare me.
I'm doing things that are difficult for me.
So we'll see how that goes.
It feels great to finally feel like I'm coming back into myself.