It took me forty-five-and-a-half years to discover how college girls with low self-esteem feel. I went to see the doctor this morning for a “routine physical”. I was anxious and apprehensive, not sure what to expect. I debated with myself for what seemed like forever, trying to decide what to wear. In the end, what I wore never really mattered to the doctor.
He kept me waiting forever, he violated me anally, told me I was fat, then left me half-dressed and crying.
Now I’m just waiting for him to call.
[drops mic] I’m out.
(Hey, you’re going to get 40 posts in 40 days. I’m not going to guarantee they’ll all be LONG.)