Hold tight and get ready for a rant.

That probably wasn't the first sentence you were expecting to read. Maybe you were expecting something more sappy. Something sad, or screaming "woe is me," but that is not what this is. This is not an article asking for sympathy or talking about how sad it is that people are being used by each other in today's generation EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. This article is angry. This is real. This is emotion from the core to show that when you, yes you the twenty-something that clicked on this article use another human being, this is the thought process they may have and these are the real feelings. The fed up feelings of anger and disappointment that once again, here we are and there you are walking away after fulfilling your selfish needs.

For me there are two major aspects to being used; emotional and physical.

In terms of the emotional, being used feels like crying nonstop with no tears actually coming out. You don't understand. There's no explanation. It is like looking in a two-way mirror. You think you see the true reflection but in reality, only one person is getting both sides. They are the only one who knows their true intentions until the hurt has already been done. It also feels like confusion to the extreme. You question everything you did or didn't do and wonder if it would have made a difference. The reality? It wouldn't have. They knew what they were doing from the beginning and it was all just a game. The saddest part of all? The emotional consequences leave a mark. They bruise your heart and make it so the next time someone comes into your life you question every action, every motive and every little word they say. Damage is done that can't be taken back.

As for the physical aspect of being used, let me put it to you this way. Finding out you've been used feels like having someone grab your insides with both hands and twist them in opposite directions; gut wrenching. It can cause you actual pain. Fatigue. Make you nauseas to know that you believed every word that came out of their mouth and every single word was a lie to some degree. It warps your mind. Imagine your brain being strapped into a roller coaster and taken around at warp speed. Talk about being thrown for a loop.

The best picture I can come up with for what is feels like to be used in any capacity is exactly what I just described. A roller coaster.

Try to form an image of yourself on the ride. Your going along up the hill and everything seems great; the ride is thrilling and you're excited to see what comes next. As you get closer to the top you just know that this is going to be the best ride of your life; you can see out into the whole world. But in a split second, as you round the top of the track, the ride inverts and you're dropped down so fast that you have no idea what hit you and all the sudden you're terrified and you want off and your stomach is in knots. It isn't fun anymore. You didn't know the drop was coming because you couldn't see it. The ride continues to whip you around until your back at the station and you run off and vow never to ride that ride again.

So the next time we try to be more careful, but the anger and the scars remain. The hurt won't fade overnight. Remember this when you stand on either side of the ride. I hate roller coasters.