On my good days, ‘empathy’ comes easily. I can relate, why wouldn’t I? I can help you? Why wouldn’t I? It’s just a scam. I am, that is. I have your best interests at heart, it always appears that way. Sometimes I believe it. On my bad days, I recognize that I’m just doing this to benefit me. I hope this doesn’t make me a bad person. Manipulation can’t be just a bad thing, can it?














