I don't know if this will get taken down but I'm more writing this as a Jesus weird night and I don't know how to feel morally about it. . Try to keep this short. I 23F stream.. 18 content for a couple extra bucks. I have a normal job but I keep my face out of the way and hide my identity the best I can. I took a break from it since I was in a relationship and didn't want to be doing that content while I was committed. Basic respect. Anyways we broke up and I decided to try it again (Mostly to seek validation as a way of overcoming the hardship of losing someone you love)

Sorry I ramble. I get set up. I'm an hour in. I see lights outside. I've been smoking a little to get the mood set and I'm sitting here worried the cops are going to ask my questions and I'm in the almost nude. I stop the stream, get dressed, and white girl snoop.

Hours previous I saw my neighbor while doing laundry. We had a chat as well and he's very nice.

Turns out the lights were for him. He had overdosed and had been before I stopped the stream.

I feel a weird sense of guilt but it's not like I would have known. He had talked about drugs with his friends during our conversation but I assumed w33d. Now I'm sitting here, in a robe after having not finished, stressed out feeling like I could have done something. I couldn't do anything but sit in silence.

It's a weird placement issue I can't get past. I'm stuck on the where was I when this happened. And I feel upset even though it'd a natural thing for me to be doing. Maybe not broadcasting it but hey in this economy everyone needs to be a little of a str1pper.

Also add on: He's in his early 20s possibly 19 but not younger. He's okay. They got to him in time. Luckily he lives with a family member who knew what to do.