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One minute I feel like I could kick every ass from here to Montmartre and the next minute I am wallowing in self-pity and crying on the métro. This has been going on for two weeks now. I don't feel like I can talk about it anymore because it's the same thing I've *been* talking about for so long and I know everyone is sick of it and no one understands my point of view anymore or my inability to just give up and let him go. I just feel really alone.