Journal entry #3
(tW. Mentions of minor prostitution and abuse)
Dec. 11
It's been a few days since I wrote on here. You'd imagine that being homeless and a prostitute allows a teenager live life and have countless free time.....well you are not wrong,generally, but lately I have been very busy getting assaulted more than usual.
Not just by my shitty care giver whom I refer to as such and not as what he actually is. A fucking callous pimp who prays on young and unfortunate souls like myself.
Eh, is whatever I guess, I already have daddy issues as such and honestly with every middle aged man that comes to me almost every day, those issues crawl deeper inside the carcass that I am now.
Surprisingly, yesterday a woman picked me up, something that never happens.
But she didn't want to use me like everyone else. She was kind. She fed me & let me shower. She even let me sleep in her son's room who's away at college.
She was lovely and I wanted to stay, but I couldn't.
Her sister was coming into town and she disagreed with her picking up homeless & offering them food and shelter, even for one night.
I stayed away from the club since she dropped me off. I know I will get beaten for not bringing money today, but I honestly don't care.
It was a lovely thing,specially so close to the anniversary.
I hope I see that woman again, even if just to thank her.
-Teen Seb , age 14.