Nightly Behaviors

Prolouge

I was doing fine. Making my money the way I chose to, doing what I wanted and how I wanted to do it, atleast that how I came about it.

My life was on the pole, no choice. My job wasn't the ideal job for a 23 year old girl and as a child I can say with confidence that this is not where I thought I would see myself. I wanted big things, to be a lawyer or even a doctor but I never was that smart kind of a student and then the pregnancy.

I did the best I could, as far as I knew. I never went to college or even finished my senior year of highschool, not like it would've changed who I am today.

I still would've been pregnant. I still would've been kicked out and sent to live with my uncle. I still would've run away with my daughter with fresh scars on my soul. I still would've been homeless. I still would've been hurt and abused. My only love and meaning to live would still have been taken from me and thrown into a foster home, where they wouldn't be able to love her like I did. She would've still grown up wonder why her momma gave her up and I'm sure those bastards would've still fed her lies about me. GED or not I still would've let the streets swallow me whole.