Dear Diary: Finally!
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Dear Diary,
It’s been 6 months since my world as I knew it came tumbling down on me.
6 months exactly when I asked myself if that tightness in my chest would ever lift so that I could breath and feel again.
3 months into the 6 months, though the process was painstakingly slow, I realised I had to live and take controlof myself once again. The self pity, blameworthiness, the pressure to conform and stay within the cultural boundaries thrust upon me turned to anger.
And it seared through me like a raging bull!
So, a few weeks ago, I took the plunge and decided it was time to do me, but as much as I tried to do so- become a non conformist, say "to hell with all the bullshit of being whom I am expected to be because it is what is expected of me", I still took drastic precautions Dear Diary.
I thought it best to be covert and discreet when I answered an ad on that app I signed up to!
Yes, Dear Diary, I didn't go full body in, I only dipped my toes in- it’s only for a bit of online harmless fun, it's not like it's going to go any further than what it is meant to be or do.
But, I am proud to say, my days, months of wallowing in self pity are finally over!
I picked out a name- Minx- it suits the sultriness I felt I wanted to project.
There was no harm in what I wanted, so, I responded to the ad that asked: looking for online fun?
