I have another name, but I go by Blue. They told me my birth name but it felt weird. I'm nineteen, and I'm a 'survivor' of sex trafficking, though I've only been out a year and change. I'm living in a women's shelter, but with everything happening, and the fact that I never even made it to middleschool before everything started, I'm pretty much stuck waiting for the world to keep going. I can't even work on graduating because everyone has more important things to do than figure out my school shit. I can't get a job, and I'm technically not allowed to have the net, but I lived with harder people than these recovery folks, so hiding a tiny phone is easy. I feel useless, I'm scared all the time, I feel like I'm losing my MIND in here, and the therapist they gave me looks like he wants to swallow me whole every time we talk, he keeps looking at my tits and trying to convince me to be 'more comfortable' by wearing tees instead of hoodies and shit like that, as IF I don't see it coming from a goddamn marathon away. I talked to the fed who checks in on me about it and he just told me the guy already told him about my 'defensive, paranoid behavior', but I'm TELLING you that guy touches my knee WAY too much for me to just be crazy. I'm just fed up. Anyway, that's me, not sure if people even read these but whatever.