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So I matched with this guy two weeks ago. He’s 4 years older than me. He’s very intelligent, didn’t talk about sex, and seemed to wanna get to know my likes and interests and play 21 questions. I got his phone number and we texted and he texts back right away. We also video chatted a few times. I’m pretty shy and not that open. I’ve been having trouble with friends and needed someone to vent to and vented to him (mistake one I think that scared him away). I also vented about how I didn’t like my family that much (mistake 2 my parents yell a lot and are overbearing). We wanted to hang out on Saturday but I kept giving him the go around because I wasn’t sure if I wanted too. Friday night he said he got a text from his sister and will have to cut the convo short (it was a video call) and there was a family emergency that he won’t be around all weekend for and he’s upset about. I asked if he wanted to reschedule on Saturday - still no answer. He also unmatched with me on the app - not sure if it was recent or not but still. I don’t have the best self esteem and it shows. He isn’t mean or anything and was being polite but I was very vague in my question responses and there was a lot of awkward silences that entire hour we video chatted. We also stayed up until 3 the night before (Thursday night) video chatting and it was still awkward but not as awkward on Friday. I was tired and kinda bitchy and snappy about my friend. The guy hasn’t responded to any of my texts. I don’t know what I did wrong but okay. He said I seem like I wanna open up but I’m scared I might scare him away or something and he doesn’t bite lol and told me to have a good night and try to have a good weekend and he will talk to me tomorrow (Friday going into Saturday) and he never did. He genuinely seemed curious about my likes, dislikes, interests, music tastes etc and thank god not once did he mention sex or anything sexual and I’m so happy about that but still I don't know where I went wrong.

I used to read and write stories all the time when I was in seventh grade. Here’s something I wrote then. It was a short story. After the fourth chapter, I just never went back to finish it. It was about an illegal immigrant who became a prostitute and then killed her pimp. 😂😂😂 this is the beginning of chapter two.

“The blood stained rag hung off the counter, along with the others. I finished cleaning up my mess. Burned and buried his body, wiped up the blood. But I still sat there, with the knife in my hand and the memory of his lifeless eyes staring back at me. That "relief" I was feeling diminished the second I truly had a chance to think about what just happened. He was right. I'll never stop running from his evil colleagues and now from the law! I mean, he is powerful, famous even. Anybody could walk through that door right now and realize he's missing and then do anything in their power to find his killer. They'll then eventually track it to me. I just changed my life for the worse. Not just the running. I'm now a killer. I just killed a man. And that's something no one forgets. But I just did what I needed to do to survive. I think. And now i have to do something fast before anyone finds out what I have done. And There is only one person That I trust with the fate of my life.

The rap music pumped from the speakers at an alarming high volume in the crack house. The first thing I saw were countless bottles of liquor littered everywhere, passed out half naked bodies on the vandalized sofa and lots of drugs. I've never been in a crack house before and It's an experience I never want to relive. And There I saw Sophia. All the way in the back dapping up some thugs. I wanted cry but I've done that too much today already.

I just looked for a moment. I haven't seen my sister in a long time. But my love still remained. I just hope hers did too. I nervously approached her, pushing my way through gangsters, of both sex, with their pants low and dirty dancing. “