Identity Crisis

I just looked in the mirror, and asked myself, who are you, Kinky Cath0lic Lawyer?

The devote and loving mother that had a "breakfast date" with your lovely daughter this morning
OR
The drug-induced party-girl that ingested enough narcotics to sustain a Columbian Drug-Lord for a week last night?

The wanton dirty little whore who begs to have her hair pulled
OR
The scared little girl that only wants to be held safely all night?

The brilliant attorney, who managed to get through law school, as a single mother. and against all odds
OR
The not-so brilliant attorney who has been manging her cash-flow so poorly that she came home to no water last week?

Am I:
A druggie?
A dirty little whore?
A Goddess on my knees?
Just too scared?
Just too brave?
Just too independent?
Just too lonely?
Just too lost to know what I want anymore?
An enigma?
A swinger?
A lawyer?
No more than a product of my sexually abusive childhood?
A sex-addict?
A bi-sexual?
A survivor?

Or is it possible that I am all of the above?

AND THAT IS JUST FINE?