Dear Journal,
I haven’t been writing. I miss writing.
I am in the worst place I have been in my entire life. I hate Mike, but I am too scared to leave. I’m having sex with random men to pay his bills. I hate having sex with these people. If I don’t I am afraid Mike will kill me.
Mike injected me with drugs the first time I was forced to have sex with a stranger for money. I need them now. If it weren’t for the drugs, I don’t now how I could continue going on every single day. I’m exhausted. When I get the money, I am forced to give it to Mike. I literally have nothing.
I know known of this is right, but I know it is my fault. I feel stupid and worthless. Mike was perfect. I continue to silently hope that he is still perfect and this madness will just stop soon. I wish he would go back to the man that used to promise me the world.
-Jen