The person you become online can feel more true to who you are than how you portray yourself in real life.
hen I was 14, a school trip brought me to Kuala Lumpur, where an online friend resided. My classmates and I broke a long list of rules to sneak her into our hotel for a supper hangout. We cooked instant noodles in a kettle that was not meant for anything more than boiling water, and when a teacher came knocking on our door, we hid her in the bathroom with the shower running to avoid suspicion. In retrospect, I recognise that what we did was reckless, but it remains one
