The number of times completely unrelated people say the same thing is directly proportionate with the truth of it. This time, it was just a couple of eight year old kids. Logically, it really shouldn't be affecting me as much as it is. But hearing something like that from the mouth of a child is surreal. Children give off this automatic air of innocence. Even this kid would be pretty adorable if she kept her bloody mouth shut.
"I wish she was dead."Brings back a whole lot of memories, of other people saying exactly the same thing. More important people arguably, people who used to mean the world to me. But they're all gone now, and they've taken a sizeable part of me with them.
I could totally be a female Neil McCormick. Aside from not being a prostitute. Although, would it really be that bad? I've already been told that it would be a good career choice for me, with my questionable morals and cynical outlook. It even fits in with the type of job I wanted to get, i.e. something that involves helping people. Prostitutes help people, albeit in a very different way than what I was thinking of.
People always say that hookers have no self-respect. But really, does that even matter? At the end of the day, whether I wake up in an alley in a pool of my own blood, or in hospital, will never matter. No matter how many lives I touch, I'll still just be "that girl".
Forever seen, but never noticed. Forever screaming, but never heard.
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