A Bad Night In New Orleans

I'm sitting here trying to understand why I did it. I let this Nobody, this nothing, this piece of shit fuck me. There will never be something, only a nothing fucking me. All I wanted was to get away but at the same time compelled to let him. I have no idea if he was cut or not, what his name is, where he's from. I don't know if he was older or younger, all I know he's a piece of shit for fucking me.

I'm not one of those that fucks strangers, I'm a self respecting woman, except for last night and now, I can't respect myself right now, letting that piece of shit fuck me. I am not at risk of getting pregnant, I don't think I've been on BC for a decade since I went to college, but I am scared of some transmittable disease, including HIV. I will have to be checked for that when I get back home next week.

So much for going out on New Year's Eve, and why did we go to that bar, and let that piece of shit grab me.