It's Personal.

I used to be a Good Person. Genuinely. I still have lines, morals, and boundaries, but I'm not who I was by any means. If it's...

Never did I think that when I chose this as my "stripper name" it would become so relevant. Worthless. Nothing. A shell containing a void of what could have been. I haven't been able to do anything right and all my failures have been rubbed in my face. My Home isn't even a sanctuary anymore. I can't escape. EVERYTHING needs to change. I thought the Madness was bad before. I'm literally living in my Personal Hell. My "Nightmare Life".

"I was broken down to nothing. I was 6ft below rock bottom. And there I had to bury the old version of myself."

This has been a taxing week. I turned 34 on Wednesday and originally had a tattoo appointment scheduled for Monday that had to be rescheduled. Though, that's not what has me down.

I'm 6ft+, Ripped, Disciplined, well kept, actually getting Rich, Intelligent, Educated, Hard Working, Experienced, Covered in VERY NICE Tattoos, etc. If I'M having an impossible time even getting a date with a reasonably attractive woman, the average man has NO CHANCE.

I was supposed to attend a Halloween Soiree at an Erotic Art Gallery in Seattle tonight. I bought the ticket weeks ago. I dieted the last 3 weeks. The two days I bulked this week,