As a 16 year old teenage girl, I never thought my life would be so violent. I never thought I would have so much power and control.

Never did I think a year ago that I would be where I am now.

I can't go back home and I can't talk to any of my old friends or even some family.

Nothing will go back to normal. This is my new normal.

I'll never leave this Island.

It's so fucked up. I never asked for this but now I can't imagine my life any other way.

My psychiatrist gave me this journal to keep my thoughts in one place. She said people - especially young girls like me - find it hard to transition to the island.

She said since I can't talk to anyone about the island that isn't on the island, this would help me.

Something about venting or whatever.

I think its stupid but apparently I I should log my thoughts about my transition and observations and thoughts about the island here as if I'm talking to someone.

That's what insane people do!

Am I insane? Maybe, I think everyone here is insane. But I then I would be normal? I dunno…

Well I guess I'll start by talking about myself and what the "island" is.

My name is Jasmine and I'm a 16 year old girl. Here in the island I actually have an official visual description just like anyone else.

Here it is I guess:

AGE: 16 YEARS
HEIGHT: 158.3 cm
WEIGHT: 42.2 kg
EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Brown
PIGMENTATION: Type III (Light Brown)

I can't believe how specific that is. They update this every 6 months!

Everyone is gonna know how skinny, flat, and lanky I am. Rude.

I've been living here since I was 15 and I can't stop thinking about my body since! I gotta work out and get some shape!

The island is not a bad place to live. Actually, its nice. Like really nice. Its basically a paradise if you're the right person.

Everyone tells me I'm lucky and that I am who I am and that some people are really unlucky here.

And I totally agree. There's some seriously fucked up shit that goes on here. It took a bit for me to get used to it. And I guess i still am getting used to it.

So the Island is a hidden place in the Bermuda Triangle.

Sounds crazy I know.

There's a reason planes and boats don't come here. It's because the U.S. Government doesn't want any unwarranted people or vehicles approaching this island.

This island holds some shady shit man. We got all the dirt here.

Pedo rings, private military development, money laundering, all that jazz.

Guess what this 16 year old girl is part of? Take a wild guess.

Except there's a bit more to it. More layers and complexity I guess.

One could assume that I am just a 16 girl used by dirty old rich men.

It's not untrue but there's more to it.

This island has a history. A very sexual history.

The historical culture in this island is centered around sexual freedom.

I have friends here that don't even know what virginity is. My best friend in the island, Lily, remembers the only two days in here life when she didn't have sex. And she's only 14!

And whew is she hot stuff. I guess centuries of attractiveness being the only incentive to reproduce resulted in fucking beautiful natives on this island.

But me, I'm no native. My father being some rich politician or something managed to bring our family here.

It's unclear if he wanted to be here or if he had to escape something.

All I know is he fucks my friend lily 10 times more than his wife, and I fucking hate it. Lily won't stop being gross about it.

My mom is the least sexual in the family. But she loves the island and has no issues with it apparently. Not even when lily and my dad get all fucking nasty in front of her.

I wonder if she has one of these journals too…

Nice thing about the island is that I don't have to go to school anymore. I actually have a job. Like a real adult full time job with responsibility and all.

I manage a tourist spot for dirty old men outside of the island who want to do fucked up shit to little girls.

You would think that I would feel unsafe. But I actually feel totally safe and I kinda like the job.

Before I lived on the island I would think only a deranged sociopath could work this job. But I guess you get used to it. Or as my psychiatrist says - desensitized.

Every morning from Monday to Friday I do an inventory of all the girls for the shift. And then I make a schedule for all the girls and then do another inventory of the girls at the end of the day and write a brief status report of the girls that are left.

It's a prefect job for a non native girl like myself. I could never be like Lily, doing her performance art with her high class status and all.

I really like lily. I want to date her. I want her to be my girl friend.

But that's not really a thing here. So at least we're best friends.