Recent graduate: Prostitution

This one’s still fresh. A while back, I was kind of an escort.

It was in college, and I wanted the money—sometimes for something I needed, one time for a spring break.

But you know there are always those sting operations going on? What if…?

I was a shell of myself: there and not there, me and not me. Yet despite all of the crap I’m dealing with now, I can take solace in the fact that I’ll be able to do what I want to do in life, and that a rough time in college won’t ruin all of that.

I haven’t had the luxury to forget it—yet. But I hope to.