Pity

It's pathetic that her relationships are all virtual. Make believe men who call her pet names that make her blush. Words on screen, typed to make her feel like she's worth something. And she knows it's not real and she knows they're just that - cheap words that are either half meant or just a usual or expected response to a stimulus.

But she believes them. She believes they're really true and they're meant for her, just for her. Because she knows, that's the closest she'll ever get to love. So, she craves for it. She spends a lot of money to just catch a glimpse of any activity; to see if he's thought of her or mentioned her.

And she feels even more pathetic when she begs for the attention, the fake affection and the polite responses.

She's reduced to this. She's reduced to being a scavenger for scraps that aren't even real.

But she'll take what she can get. She'll take whatever she can because really, there's nothing left for her. There's nobody left to offer her anything.

No one bothers with worthless things.