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I shouldn't write about this until I've come to my senses, but he's dragging me in circles and every time I think I've found the answer I hit another loop and my new solutions have fallen on top of and mixed with the old. It's always been about his convenience, but now that there are no formalities it's clear that I'm just being used. I'm so dizzy from spinning around searching for something, anything to fall back on. Who could have known that the lines you fed to me would haunt me to such an extent? I'm so amazing? I'm a pillar of fucking beauty? There is no one left to love everything that I hate about myself. There is nothing left but me, and who better to represent nothing?