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It;s always these half-truths, a constant manipulation. This is a relating tidbit from a friend. This is how I would describe my relationship to the tee, or how I felt and feel treated. I went out tonight with a bunch of single friends. They were so desperate. I don't identify with this. I already feel lonely, bui I really don't want anyone else. I feel like I might wither away. At this point, I don't care.