Gosh, where do I begin? Well, I...

Gosh, where do I begin? Well, I first had sex when I was 13. My boyfriend at the time was 19, I had told him I was 17. He didn't find out I was 13 until my friend let it slip, after which he immediately dumped me. After that my sexual promiscuity kept getting worse and worse. I was passed around to so many different guys that I can't even count how many men I had slept with before I even turned 18. I kept having anonymous sex because it made me feel needed, even if only for a few minutes. I had a bad time in high school, the girls didn't like me because all the boys liked me, and the boys only liked me because I was easy. I never tried to make friends because I felt like everyone was out to get me. I trusted no one, even people who tried to reach out to me. After high school, I started working at a strip club as a dancer to pay for college, which I ended up dropping out of my freshman year. The worst part about it was that dancing made me feel good, so I kept doing it. I felt exhilarated when I teased men and danced topless on that stage. I soon became addicted to drugs and alchohol. Dancing wasn't enough to support my addictions, so I started turning tricks on the side. I knew my drug problem had to stop when one morning I woke up in a smelly alley with no bottoms on, and no recollection of the night before. By the time I was 25, I was diagnosed with HIV, HPV, and Hep C. I'm now 27, and I've basically given up on improving my life. I've never told anyone my story, because all anyone does is judge me. I don't really have any friends. It's not like I burnt those bridges, I just never bothered to build them in the first place.