Last night was intense. Me and Marissa danced all night long. Guys were throwing themselves at us and buying us drinks. Then as soon as we were about to leave this guy came up to me and said "Jay Peaches". My heart stopped, dropped and rolled to my ass. Whoever this was knew me personally from a past I didn't want to remember. I turned around and smiled but in my stomach I was sick. Marissa wanted to go to get something to eat but I just wanted to get home. When I got home I cried. Jay Peaches was my stripper name. Yes, I'm ghetto trash. I grew up without nothing and I needed money through college so I used what I had to get what I needed and wanted in life and that was a way out of lower class America. I tried to forget about that part in my life when I smoked weed everyday and danced all night then woke up the next morning and went to class after class. Thank God I made it. I have no regrets. That pole, that club, those people there taught me how to never give up and work hard for whatever I desired because I deserved it.
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Diary of a Sidechick
RandomLove shouldn't have to be so painful. I want you, I need you but you're with her and I'm just your sidechick.
