My journey started back in September or October of 2012. I had a fractured right foot and I couldn't help with the house repairs so I sat on my ass all day browsing the internet. I knew that my dad was due to leave in November of that year to make money in the States and I was eager to get a new video card. My previous Geforce 9800 GT got fried during some thunderstorm and I had to use some crappy card. I didn't want to ask my dad for money, as we are from a lower class family and he barely had any money to do what we could for our new kitchen. As I typed the words "How do I make money online" into the Google search bar, a bunch of sites and blogs popped up with fancy descriptions and promises of making it big with little to no effort. I was tempted and began to scroll through all of the Landing Pages sponging as much info as I could get my hungry eyes on. Of course, I had 0 dollars to my name so buying their eBooks was out of the question (thank goodness for that). I didn't give up there and eventually came upon PostLoop where you get paid to post comments on newly created forums. Long story short: I ended up making $220 that very first month. I was ecstatic to say the least. I was finally able to buy that HD 7950 card that I really wanted to get, with the help of my sister. I ended up getting an HD 7870 instead, as the 7950 was much more expensive than anticipated in Ukraine. December of 2012 comes and I now not only have my new amazing card but a bunch of pirated (bless you Ukraine) games and whatever I could play with my Intel Quad Q6700 CPU (was amazing how long it lasted). I get into some serious MMO gaming time and since I now could play the latest games, I download the then relatively new Tera Rising and make my Elin race character by the name of Dotsya (surprise, surprise). I have fun with the game and make a few strange friends and continue to play it until April when I find out about my bisexuality thanks to a certain friend on Tera and decide to learn about the meaning of sexual orientation. My journey of self-discovery led me to the online community known as Red Light Center. The game within the game leads me to create a female character and walk around with all of these pornographic activities going on. In order to unlock the best "gear" and even to put make up on my slutty character, the "game" requires a payment of $20. Again, I find myself back to where I started half a year before. I get into an argument with someone and say that the next time they see me in the game will be when I make the $20. I quit playing and dedicate up to 16 hours every single day to this journey. Basically, my penis led me to Internet Marketing *sigh*. It's pretty sad but true, lol. Anyway, this story is just beginning. It was actually Vick Strizheus - that cheeky bullshit guru who motivated me to continue on this journey and I almost fell for his pyramid scheme. I watched his videos and believed what he said. I had to keep going no matter what. 3 months later I discovered Black Hat World, but it was already too late. I was burned-out, lost several hundred of my dad's money, was disillusioned thanks to Warrior Forum and flat out lied to by these scam artists: I just didn't give a crap anymore. On top of all that - I changed religions and quit IM altogether. July 2014. I was playing Saint's Row The Third and started getting that now familiar itch. The 3rd Street Saints lost it all and had to get it all back and as I was taking back everything that they lost, it dawned to me that that is what I wanted to do with my life. That rush of making a name for yourself and becoming a success story was now getting to me. The Saints were professional yet hip with their purple w/ black and silver clothes and I wanted to be just like them (minus the killing and stealing). The final straw was when I collected money from an area I had retaken and watched as the money was deposited directly into my virtual bank account, while eating a peach or mango (can't remember) ice cream smoothie that my sister had just made for me. Again, I was motivated and decided to get into PPC, but little did I know that it was a waste of time. Eventually, I settled for making a Twitter account and gaining 100k followers. I got to a bit over 1k followers. Now the next thing that I will tell you will probably be embarrassing for many and it certainly was for me. It was now either August or September of 2014 and around 4:30 am. My sister and I were looking at England with Google maps and I was getting a bit hungry and sleepy. For some stupid reason I felt like finding out if being tipsy was real or an illusion. Up until that point I never even got tipsy, let alone drunk. The logic that followed can't be explained rationally. We had bought some strange alcoholic beverage from the super market called Absinthe and I only tried a bit earlier that day. It was nasty, tasted just like black liquorice, which I still hate. I told my sister that I would go chill in my room and drink a bit (there was half a bottle of absinthe left) to get tipsy, and she agreed but told me to be careful. I get a glass cup from the kitchen and pour a shot glass full and gulp it down and then another, after the 3rd shot I get up to go to the bathroom and notice something weird, the freaken view in front of me starts moving to the right, but I steady myself and go to the bathroom and back. I let my sister know and she tells me that I'm now at the tipsy stage. I tell myself, "ah, fuck it, not much left in the bottle might as well drink it all", 4th shot *gulp* 5th shot *gulp* 6th shot *gulp* and it's all gone. I tell my sister that I'm still fine and ask for a cup of red wine (lol). Remember: Half a bottle of Absinthe was consumed within 5-10 mins, so the alcohol hasn't hit me hard yet. She brings it to me and I take a sip or two, but this is where it starts getting crazy for me. Suddenly I slide off my chair and I'm laying on the ground giggling a bit. She helps me to my bed and I start repeating things (still not slurring) and being amazed at the most trivial things and telling her that I can't believe that I'm actually drunk. I finally get up to go to the restroom. The next thing I remember it's 5 or 6 hours later and I'm laying next to the bathroom, there's puke everywhere the bathroom sink is broken on the floor, I have bruises on my knees, the bathroom shelf is also broken and the contents are all on the ground. My mind was on all kinds of fuck and 5 mins seemed like 1 hour and reverse, which is insane coming from me because I'm generally very good at telling time. What the shit happened here, I thought to myself, but not before throwing up into the toilet. My knees were hurting, my head felt like a balloon ready to fly away and my stomach wasn't working at all....for the another 13+ hours. I couldn't even eat a tiny slice of banana that my mom or my sister cut up for me. I just put a bucket next to my bed and waited for the insanity to pass. For the next few weeks, every time I drank water from a bottle - I still tasted Absinthe in my mouth. And no, nothing sexual happened between my family and me under the influence, but they did tell me how I broke the shelf and sink by trying to balance myself, lol. Apparently, I'm quite polite and friendly as a drunk, lmao. I think their music is hilarious. After these unfortunate events, I stopped giving a shit about not only my journey but also my dieting. I didn't mention that I had also lost 20 pounds from January to August...just by eating less bread and stuff. Afterwards, my dad came back to Ukraine on December of 2014 and shortly after we moved to Moldova. I tried making money online in March of 2015 but my computer stopped working properly and then died for good a few months after that, so I only used my iPad (I know, I know) for half a year. Now I live in this house with my sister and I'm seriously back in the game. That's my little story, hope that you guys have enjoyed it~! As for my bisexuality. I'm not into sodomy, I would only ever date/marry a girl. When you meet all kinds of crazy people online and begin to question your very being that is when it is the long overdue time to reevaluate your life.