I found an extremely bizarre internet survey.

One time I found an internet survey, and the answers I gave determined the rest of my life. I have no idea why I decided to take it. I think it was spam, but for some reason I clicked on the link. The website looked old and outdated. The text was plain and black, the background was plain and white. It reminded me of the Geocities sites from the early days of the Web, the ones you only found if you dug deep into search engine results. There was no logo, nor a brand name. Only a set of questions. The first one was: “How has this day been for you?” There were five possible answers: Very good, Good, Fair, Bad and Very bad. These were the first words I read out loud in over a decade. I chose the one that applied to me the most: Bad. Then, I clicked next. After that, the website showed me the second question. “Are you feeling lonely?” I thought about that for a while. I had Tom. We were not intimate anymore, but he was my best friend. Maybe even my only friend. I would say we were happy. Or at least, we had been happy for a while. Until the previous night. I answered: Yes. Then, I clicked next. The next question was “How do you feel about the current government?” Truth is, I had not heard the news in quite a long time. I was not sure what government they were talking about, nor which side I would support had I been paying attention. I considered all the possible answers for a long while, but ended up discarding all of them. I chose “I don’t know”. Then, I clicked next. The fourth question was “Have you ever had sex with someone older than you?” I wasn’t sure how old Mr. Solomon was. It was hard to tell, but it was a longtime ago. I answered: Yes. Then, I clicked next. The fifth question saddened me a little. I realized I wasn’t done yet. I clicked next, and the sixth question appeared. “Are you in a relationship?” I was not sure how to answer. I did not know whether I was single or not. I had no idea what the previous night had meant for our relationship. I was not sure how Tom felt. I felt terrible, and I knew I was going to hurt him, but I had no idea how he would react. I clicked next without answering. The seventh, and final question appeared. “How has this day been for you?” There were five possible answers: Very good, Good, Fair, Bad and Very bad. They were the same as the first question had been. I had not felt this way in decades. I had not felt this way in what felt like a lifetime. I chose an answer that I had not chosen in years – perhaps decades. The same answer I had chosen the first time I had seen this question. Then, I clicked next. Nothing happened. That was it. I was confused. I had been expecting something; anything. I even tried to go back to the previous page, but it was impossible to navigate the site. So I closed the window, wondering if I had wasted my time. Then, I heard his voice. I recognized it at once. “Hello, little girl.” I turned around. There he was, standing right in front of me. Looking up at him is one of my best memories. I remember how tall and strong he looked. He made me feel safe. He always did. I cried, and I felt happy. Because I was finally home. I had been away for so long. I had been living with Mom for over a decade. It felt like a lifetime ago that I had last slept in my bedroom, that I had played in the park with my new friends or that I had eaten with my new family. But there I was. I was home, and I was with Dad. I was happy. I felt that my journey was over. Finally, I had arrived home. And I was right. I had arrived home. Because in the end, there is no place like home. The last thing I remember is that Dad hugged me and we went upstairs, to the bedroom. It was exactly the same as I remembered it. I have not stopped crying since I got home. I have cried out of happiness; I have cried out of sadness. But, above all, I have cried because of Tom. I have cried for Tom because I knew that he would not understand. He was still in love with her. I was not sure what would happen to me, nor what the consequences of my actions would be, but I knew howTom would react. I knew he would not leave her. I knew he would stay by her side. And I knew he would stay forever. I have not stopped crying since I got home. In fact, I have cried harder than ever before. I have cried harder than I cried the first time we were separated. I had not cried that much is years. I had not cried that much since I was a girl. As you might have guessed, I am no longer a girl. I am a grown woman now. And I am back in the house in which I grew up. I have cried a lot, but Dad has comforted me. He has not asked me why I am crying; he has not asked me what happened. All he has done was hug me and hold me. And make me feel safe. I have cried and cried, and he has comforted me. He has not let me go, nor made me feel alone. He has made me feel loved. And I have loved him. I have not stopped crying since I got home. I have cried non-stop, and I have cried a lot. In fact, I have cried harder than ever before. I have cried harder than I cried the first time we were separated. I had not cried that much is years. I had not cried that much since I was a girl. I cried a lot, and Dad found me. He was still out looking for me. I cried harder than ever before. I had not cried that much in years. I had not cried that much since the night my father died. I was a girl again. I was a girl, and Dad was alive. And I was crying. I was crying for Tom. I was crying because Tom was not alive. I was crying because Tom was dead. I was crying because Grandma had killed him. I was crying because I was a girl again. Tom was dead, and I was a girl again. I was crying because I was home again. Tom was dead, and I was home again. I was crying because I had been given a second chance. Tom was dead, and I had been given a second chance. *My name is Jamie Diaczok and today is my birthday.* *It has been 5 days since I ran away.* *It’s 3am.* *I am home.*

I found an extremely bizarre internet survey.

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