The guy asked me to practice Chinese with him. The thought of having conversations with someone especially him excites me, like my boring life has meaning again. I don’t know if he’s deliberately exploiting me. But I know better now that things like this is not gonna work.

He told me how clever people in his countryare. So proud. And he wanted to live in the city center where wealthy people live. Well great. Poor people like me can never.

Still I will spend time with him. Connection and companionship are hard to come by for me. And at the same time I can already see how unfair I’m going to feel when it’s over

Let the cycle of abuse begin