::quietly reaches for my bag and pulls out my notebook, being careful not to wake the stranger next to me::
Dear Journal, I am a dumbass.
Wait. Let me start over with the good news. A few days ago, I met some cool people. Vic was really nice, and he seemed like, kind of concerned about me sleeping in the park, or something. I don't know why he cares, but it was...a nice change, from those shitheads who adopted me.
I had a really good time with Sam, too. We went out for coffee, and talked about our pasts and stuff, and I showed her something I've never shown anyone before. But it felt kinda good, knowing someone else can relate, you know?
And I also met Danny. He's pregnant, which is cool. He's got a family. I envy him.
And then I met this kid, Lux.
::pauses, smiling slightly::
I don't really know what to say about him. He used to be a musician, and he seemed interested that I play guitar. I don't know what it was, but there was something about him that made me feel like, I dunno. Accepted, or something.
::bites my lip, looking over to the man asleep beside me, completely regretting the previous night::
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. What the hell was I thinking?
This guy came up to me last night while I was drawing, and with this sick grin on his face he asked me if I wanted to make some money...I didn't want to get beaten up, or something, so I agreed. He brought me here. He said he'd give me fifty bucks if I could go the whole night. So I did.
I don't want to get into this. I don't want to be making a living lending my body to others.
::reaches into the stranger's discarded pants, pulling out his wallet and taking all his cash. Then grabs my guitar and backpack and quietly leaves the apartment::