I'm so tired of being used. I tell them what I know they want to hear and do what I know they want. I hate it while its happening. I hate it afterwards. Afterwards I feel so empty. Yet, I keep coming when they call. I make myself available to them. I respond quickly. All just to avoid the far worse feeling, the emptiness that would come if they stopped using me. They may not care, but they message. They comment. They flatter, fawn and touch. And that feels like something, even if just in lust.