My name is Dendy. I am a prostitute. I have been one for 18 months now, and my therapist has decided I should stop bottling up my feelings, and express them in a journal.
So to start, I never wanted to be a prostitute. I still don't. I hate it. I wanted to go into the sciences, and be with my best friend KO.
No one knows I'm a prostitute. No one knows my real name. I went under the "preferred" stage name, Lily. So no one knows that I am a prostitute. Not my parents, not my employer.
I was a hacker and scientist by elementary school. I applied for so many jobs and volunteer work in laboratories, but I was rejected. Because I was a kappa.
My best friend KO. I haven't talked to him since he got married. I was right next to him as he kissed the girl of his dreams. His best friend. It still hurts. We made a promise to each other. "By age 20, if we're not with anyone, we're going to be with each other."
At age 16 he found happiness. At age 16 I threw myself into work that paid nothing.
There's only one thing I'm good at now. Lying to people. I think I'm even starting to convince myself.