I remember being like in the thick of this, like, fuckboy situation. And I had had home girls who had told me these stories about being hypnotized by these fuckboys and just not being able to make sense of common sense. Red flags being, like, loud as hell, just like signs in your face. He's not available at normal hours of the day. And this was hard for me to admit: I was hypnotized by the dick. Like blurred as shit. Like you don't know up from down, but you are just caught up and swirling in this, this abyss of darkness and sensuality and sex. Sex that you think is the best sex of your life, and he was never mine. He never belonged to me. He was always gonna belong to the streets. Fuck, like, it will go down in history for me as one of the most ridiculous times in my life. I was literally just standing in the wrong place at the right time. It's like, just let me wake up from this, so I can get the hell up out of it. You were wrong and you really didn't fit. I didn't sign up for your situationship
