Dear Gentle Whisper,
I've been trying to do the diary thing you suggested, but I'm having trouble taking it seriously. It feels like talking to myself. Goddess knows I do enough of that on my own, so I decided to try writing this like a letter. I picked you as my first... reader? I think there's a better word to describe it, but I can't think of it at the moment. Anyway. You said the point of this "diary" is to help me clear out my thoughts, so I guess I should start with what I'm thinking? It's too hot in this room. I have a little headache. I'm not really feeling anything too strongly emotion-wise. I'm shaking though, so I might be repressing a bad spell. It's funny how I can acknowledge things like that.
My day was alright. I didn't sleep last night, but I was comfortable laying in my bed, so that's fine I guess. I got up a little before my alarm went off, got ready for the day. Work was the same. I went to my appointment with you right after. You know how that goes. Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the $40 a session, if I just spend the entire time crying. After that, I just went home. Got back in bed. A regular day really. Oh. I just realized I haven't eaten. I'll do that when I'm done writing. Which will probably be soon, I don't really have anything interesting to write about. Yeah. I got nothin.
Sincerely,
Common Change
p.s. I feel a little better now actually. Maybe this won't be so bad.
Dear Gentle Whisper,
This is the second day of my letter diary. Today was... Rougher than most. I had a few difficult clients at work. Although this was fueled by specisim rather than the usual abuse "kink" happy brutes. Honestly, sometime I think I identify more with changelings than ponies. The few I've met have seemed decent enough, better than most ponies I meet. Maybe my job makes me biased. You know, I never expected myself to become an escort? I mean, I guess no one does. I feel like I should have though, especially after I discovered my special talent.
