I've been sold. My mom sold me. It hurts. These men scare me, but I crave the attention at the same time. I feel like a slut. I plan to end it soon, so goodnight, world. My plan is secured, and my body wont be found. I appreciate all those to opposed my mother while she still had me. She kept telling people that I ran away. Signs about me are all over. I muss my dad. His cooking. The way he let me around my little siblings while my mom kept me locked up. I love my dad. I hate my mom. I an writing this because it is a virtual version of the note I wrote in person. I sent that note to my neighbors and friends. I hope it arrives. I will have another note with me. This world is cruel, and I know that if I try to get better, my mom will make it worse. She always has something to make it seem like I'm horrible. The men are not here as I type this, but they will return in 40 minutes. I am definitely a slut for being even a little happy for them returning. I write this with hate. Goodnight.