"I think she used me to have a bad day."

"What?"

"I felt bad. I felt like shit, but the more I realized that others in the same situation didn't have any problems whatsoever with me. In the exact same situation things worked smoothly for the others. As the days went on they equated happiness about the whole experience."

"So."

"She used me to have a fucked up situation because she's use to having fucked up situations."

"Really?"

"Really. I was panicked as hell, and she was calm through it. She knew she was going to get what she wanted. Because she dug for it immediately, found it and held it like it was a blanket."

"How can you say that?"

"I don't make mistakes like this; I mean I make mistakes, but I am familiar with them. I know what color they are, I know their smell. This mistake I made was her mistake working through me."

"Crazy."

"Yeah, it is."