Just had the first therapy session at this stupid hotel. Charlie means well, but fuck... talking about 'self-worth' and 'healing' just makes me wanna crawl out of my own skin. It's easier to just be the slut everyone expects. At least when I'm getting my ass pounded or my throat used, I know exactly what I'm worth. Valentino sure reminds me. Sometimes I wonder what my family back in NY would think of their Anthony now... probably not as disappointed as I am. Whatever. Who needs redemption when you can have a good fuck and a line of blow to forget it all? #HappyHotelMyAss #JustKeepSmiling