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I told him that I wanted off the merry-go-round and it was over. I told him that and then it took him three days to call back and say goodbye. But he didn't say goodbye, he just kept talking about nothing and acting like nothing happened. When he finally did say goodbye it killed me. I still want him. Why do I still want him? After he hurt me and led me on? I was psycho and drove past his house. It is huge. He lives in a damn mansion. He could never love me - he could never leave his house to come and live here in this dump. He never cared about me. It was all a lie. I just sit here and cry and have to force myself to eat. Fucking bastard and stupid fucking me.