MISTER, MISTER
10/17/2026
People say time flies... but, I've always disagreed. Maybe it's because I've spent most of my time dealing with the heartbreak and transgressions of man. Lately, I've been a teacher. I know... a prostitute would've been less strenuous and probably more rewarding. I told myself not to take this job, but I didn't entirely have a choice. I was so desparate to rid myself of my family and their plight that I went against my own will and wishes to escape. So, I find myself in battered spirits, hoping things coalesce and make more sense soon. The students... are great at best, and awful, horrendous little _@3#! at worst. Most days--I don't know if I'm dealing with a hard and awful hand, or if the strain of this past year has weakened me. That strain? That's for another post.