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I am so fucking done with this shit, its not even funny. You use me and replace me and use me again over and over, leading me on wild goose chases of emotions. You don't know what the fuck you want, and I refuse to be dragged along behind in the mud on your search for it. I'm getting the mud in my face while you waltz merrily along on your way. I don't know if I believe anymore anything you ever said to me. If it were true, you would not do this to me. This is like the weather in Michigan, and I'm sick of having to change attire for the shifting winds. I'm moving to a different climate, and it won't be one anything like yours.