I was thinking about starting with “It’s going to be better, don’t worry.” but who am I kidding? It won’t. It will never get better. Your life will stay the same, people will change, they will leave. No one will stay for you.
You will still sleep around the bus stations and look for warmth in old abandoned houses. The only real warmth you will ever get is when you sell your body. Sometimes they will hurt you and throw you out, sometimes they will be nice and let you stay the night. You will do all kinds of work just to get some money but you will always return to selling your body.
Don’t be ashamed of it. It’s a work like any other.
Don’t look for love because you won’t find it. You are good for fun, nothing else. They all leave as soon as someone better comes.
When your dad finds you and approaches you, please run. Don’t let him near. He will hurt you and he will hurt you bad.
The faster you learn how to separate your feelings, the better it will be for you.
I want to write so much more, I want to tell you so many things but... I don’t have much time so for now, this will have to do.