Ok so I did a real edited version in that 'about me' section but as we go along you'll learn more.

I am really quite ordinary. I am 23 (I didnt put my true bday on here to protect my anonymity)and I live in leeds. One of those houses which seems like a student house cuz there are so many of us but actually we all work. It's cool you meet so many people and some times you meet great friends like Lauren*. Best friend in the world and managed to get herself knocked up. I love her though and will support her no matter what, mainly cuz she supports me. She's the only one that knows about the escorting. £150 an hour to sleep with a guy. No where near as much as that Belle du Jour but hey I'm up North and its paying for an amazingly holiday later in the year.

But despite that I'm still dating. Got a date tonight in fact. Extremely nervous. He's lauren's friend and we got chatting through facebook - yes I'm on that dreaded site lol. He's very cute. Bit younger than me which is unusual. I tend to like older guys but I guess with the night job im starting to see them all as slightly pervy. Oh well it wont be forever. i tell you all how the date goes tomorrow though.

Oh and I mentioned a little thing called depression. Really I'm over it, well just I kinda just lapse every so often. I have a fair few mental and physical scars - I self harm. Not regularly. I try to stop myself before it gets that far but last Friday my head got screwed up AGAIN by Mr Flash (Bastard) I came home drunk and there I was with 4 massive gashes in my thigh. They are healing slowly. Painful tho.

Guess I better explain Mr Flash. He was a client from the night job. I dont know what it was but straight away I felt comfortable with him. He paid me for an hour I stayed for 4. For 2 months it was the most amazing relationship - I even gave up the night job for him. Then the new year came and he dropped me like a stone. We didnt talk for a couple of weeks then he saw me back up on the agency website (well it's easy money after all) called, I went round we slept together, it all seemed as if it could perfect again and then last Friday. He was out with friends and so was I tried to find him later on and he wasn't answering his phone. Sent me mental so came home and the razorblade came out. Gross I know.

Need to go buy some funky tights for tonight and chillthe vodka - I'm telling you I really am nervous. So wierd I can sleep with a stranger for money and yet the thought of getting to know someone scares the living daylights out of me. Ah well. will fill you in with the gossip tomorrow xx