"This is a bad idea, a terrible idea. God, what am I doing? What am I doing?" Lawrence walked anxiously back and forth through the small space of his apartment, between his bed and the tables full of his plants, which were the only company he had.

He had never been the kind of person who would develop into a 'social butterfly', he was more the type of caterpillar that preferred to hide in grasses and avoid further contact with anyone. Even if he refused to do so, he admitted that he felt lonely and from time to time, he would like to have contact or just someone to have a conversation with, someone he liked.

But how the hell would I find someone like that on an adult content page? What logic was there?! Even if he could die to hide from the grief, he knew it would ultimately return.

"Will there be time to delete the message?" He muttered to himself with a hand over his mouth, looking down at the phone thrown on the bed (the same one he had thrown away after writing a message to a girl on the same page after wandering, embarrassingly, into its explicit content). Maybe I could, yes, delete the message where I asked the girl what kind of content she gave for some money outside of donations. Experimenting, that's what he wanted to call it...loneliness affected him at 26 years old, 26 years old and he hadn't even had a kiss... with someone alive, at least.

What a shame.