a second of rest

I guess I ought to tell you about my sea witch. You know, the one that is going to help me out of my world. There's a website I found some time ago, before I started this blog. I was in a chatroom, listening as men and women tried to seduce each other. Sick_Sikh asked me in a private chat my age, sex, and location. I told him 22, male, Wisconsin. "Looking for a girl," he said, and refused to talk to me any further. My only conversations are facilitated by these rooms where people come wanting something specific from me. The truth: 17, male, Foassel/here. Not quite what he was looking for.

After an hour of watching, reading in surprise as people shared stories of their work, their christmas parades, and their ideal sexual encounters, I was about to leave. Just as I made my way to the "sign out" button, Fatherof4 shot me a private message. "How are you doing?" he asked me. And we had a normal conversation. Almost. He mentioned this disease his son has that really limits his ability to do things, and when I asked about it, it turns out we have the same thing! He invited me to a site that provides support for kids like me. A whole site dedicated to us, consisting of us! It's incredible. It feels like home, in a really odd sort of way. The site is a secret, so I won't post it and believe me, you'll never find it if you try to google it.
I have found something good, and I am finding something good in me too, in my life.