My lowest point it had to be. I was without work and basically living on food stamps. My net interest was MIA – it was like she disappeared off the face of the earth. Being used and ridiculed didn’t do my mental state any good; I was stressed. Days were long and the nights agony. I would fall asleep thinking I was home and wake up to the same nightmare. The chat room became a hostile place. It seemed like I got into web fights every single day. I didn’t know what to expect next. I prayed and prayed but she didn’t return. Others told me to give up. How could I though? She had given signals that I wanted greatly to explore. I just couldn’t give up, I held every single hope hostage because she seemingly acted shy. Why me? I wondered again. Being homeless weighed on my heart. Was that the reason I was alone? If so would having somewhere to stay change that? In the meantime what should I do for companionship? I didn’t have the answers but the questions kept piling up.
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