For months I wrote a lady in prison. It seems she was wishy washy as to a relationship. I thought we had some things in common. She must write other people. As hee comments to me were short and not much emotion. I guess she is just lonely. I decided to stop writing her today. I just felt I helped her cope as much as I could. I'm glad I could be encouraging to her. I just felt I wasted my time with her though. I wanted to work as a chaplain in the prison. After this experience I feel it may not be where I should be.