Apparently, English is not as widely spoken as I thought, I want people to kind of be able to help me out when I'm sad, but not to be able to read me.

So... I think.

No, scratch that, I figured out, ever since I was 14, I would end up a sex worker.

And, it hurts, ok?

I can't talk about this with anyone. Everyone thinks I'm a simple gold-digger, but no.

I am scared.

My family needs the money, they say that's not the case and stuff, but I know.

I've heard them yell and scream. I've heard how they worry about having enough money for todays food, for my medicine, for my school.

I have seen how my mother sighs, tired, exhausted. Because the bills are too high for us.

I've noticed my father is constantly borrowing money.

I have been in the middle of fights because "You spent too much".

They love eachother, they love me.

But we need money.

And I don't have anything. Nothing at all, that can get us money in short-term.

I only have my body to sell.

I dread it.

I dread as much as I dread hearing their screams in the middle of the night.

Sometimes, I shiver and feel like crying.

"Do we really need this?"

I wonder, if they can figure things out on their own. If I will get to keep the illusion of freedom going on for myseld.

But, this is a huge amount of cash we owe.

At least, 3'000 bucks.

It's hard to swallow the pill.

This is my future.

This is my future.

And I can't do anything anout it unless I want to my family to drosn in debt.

Absolutely nothing.