I met this person, thought that person was funny. I thought we were vibing, but I knew in the back of my head what the deal was. I knew how I portrayed myself; I just wanted it to be different. I fell hard, you know in L..like. I thought the feelings were mutual. I played myself. How? Cause the situation was treated as it was. That person didn’t care for me; they cared for my body and what I can do for them. Didn’t want to be in this place, but I’m here. Now what.