Day 1 of D.A.A.S.
Wednesday, February 8th, 2023
3:24 PM, Mrs. Dormire’s Advisory
Today I woke up happy. I was, for once, excited to be alive— I wanted to breathe, to go do shit, and have fun; I thought about the one day I’ll be free. Free from this musty and strict ass household— free from the chains keeping me from figuring out what life is. Jude, my current boyfriend, told me how well he’ll treat me.
He’s promised to take me places; fun places. Today, I was actually thinking about how my future could be bright— I wouldn’t be that drug dealer who sells weed to students, or that desperate prostitute on the side of the street— Jude gave me hope for my– no– our future.
Today, I can sit down for once, to take a rest from all the burdens that have been on my shoulders. Come to the conclusion that I am not a failure. I am not useless. I am not that desperate down-bad hoe I thought I was going to turn into.
Today, I can just live. Not think about how bright or dark my future will be, but I just focus on the present— Focus, focus, focus. And, at the end of the day, I can fall asleep happy, to wake up happy.
Signing off,
—Melissa :p
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