Sunday, 11:00 a.m.
Talkin’ to myself:
The problem is—once again with feeling!—that it is so degrading.
Do you care about degrading?
Yes!
Why?
Because it erodes my self-confidence.
How?
Because I hate to watch myself twittering around, waiting for some attention. I never can win, so what’s the point?
What is the fucking point?