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Stop taking everything so seriously.
Stop seeing everything you do as bad, irresponsible, immature, misguided.
You're doing the best that you can with what you have.
So you have issues; like a drug addict sometimes you fail, you go back to it.
So fucking what?
You don't need to pray while it's happening.
You don't need to pray after it's happened.
You don't need to feel guilty - you aren't.
You just take care of your business how you see fit, now. Don't listen to that inner voice.
But take the insight you learn from those experiences and apply them to your future.
You're a smart girl who's just in a bind.
The job will come; you've got the talent, the skills, the experience; you just have to be patient.
If you need to pray go to the book of Job and learn the philosophy of live your life today.
Not yesterday, not tomorrow - do the best with what you have now.
Write this, say it out loud.
Do what you want to do; stop stopping yourself because you're guilty or need to pay.
Live a little - you've been in hell long enough.
Breathe, it will get easier if you believe.
Be the girl you really are.
You know who you are.
And you aren't a whore.
You're not a loser.
You're not the failure you think your dad sees.
He doesn't even see that.
You think that because you've only retained his criticisms.
Stop living in the eyes of others - who cares what your dad thinks anyway?
And those men, those other men, who buy sex, who cheat and lie, are you really going to trust them with the truth of who you are?
A whore, really?
Shouldn't you be dead, on drugs, a drop-out, the mother of 4 children by four different pimps?
Couldn't that have been your reality?
Isn't that the reality of other girls you've known, who didn't make it?
You made it.
It was chance, really?
That's one hell of a string of luck!
Stop seeing everything you do as bad, irresponsible, immature, misguided.
You're doing the best that you can with what you have.
So you have issues; like a drug addict sometimes you fail, you go back to it.
So fucking what?
You don't need to pray while it's happening.
You don't need to pray after it's happened.
You don't need to feel guilty - you aren't.
You just take care of your business how you see fit, now. Don't listen to that inner voice.
But take the insight you learn from those experiences and apply them to your future.
You're a smart girl who's just in a bind.
The job will come; you've got the talent, the skills, the experience; you just have to be patient.
If you need to pray go to the book of Job and learn the philosophy of live your life today.
Not yesterday, not tomorrow - do the best with what you have now.
Write this, say it out loud.
Do what you want to do; stop stopping yourself because you're guilty or need to pay.
Live a little - you've been in hell long enough.
Breathe, it will get easier if you believe.
Be the girl you really are.
You know who you are.
And you aren't a whore.
You're not a loser.
You're not the failure you think your dad sees.
He doesn't even see that.
You think that because you've only retained his criticisms.
Stop living in the eyes of others - who cares what your dad thinks anyway?
And those men, those other men, who buy sex, who cheat and lie, are you really going to trust them with the truth of who you are?
A whore, really?
Shouldn't you be dead, on drugs, a drop-out, the mother of 4 children by four different pimps?
Couldn't that have been your reality?
Isn't that the reality of other girls you've known, who didn't make it?
You made it.
It was chance, really?
That's one hell of a string of luck!
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