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i have grown used ot being lied to and lied about, which is truly unfortunate. what is even more pathetic though is that i still believe a majority of things said to me. i wish i weren't so gullible, nor trusting.what he said the other night made me so incredibly happy i just thought it was real. i guess not, so i will continue to dive into me books and drawings and never return. eventually grow insane and to be the old cat lady. this seems to be my destiny.