I kind of wish I had friends even though most times I lie about being okay with out them.

I’ve had five friends total and one I could call true, it figures we met through the internet and they were a boy (I am a girl) we spent most of our available time together talking about everything. Sometime later, my parents found out about us via a nosy sister prompting a ban from using the computer.

Shortly after, I began to sneak on and continued to talk to him (it’s a laptop, I’d go and hide) then I was caught a second time. the third was from using my older sister’s PSP to keep contact, and the ban became anything electronic.

I just didn’t want to let go of being able to talk to him, our chats ended after he didn’t reply to a response (we exchanged and chatted through emails at this point) in a conversation.

The terms we met upon weren’t exactly friendly, looking back on it I seemed insane and so, so badly stupid… He put in his profile that he lived in Oklahoma, just the location, but when the Moore tornado happened, I wanted to Talk to him so badly, but couldn’t muster up what I was missing to ask if he was okay….

Now I feel like it’s far too late for any contact again because I missed the biggest reason to: If he was alive or not.