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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Mon, Dec 3
... the end
I am quite sick of this. There have been too many years of manipulation, lies, and sometimes, I think, borderline, if not full out, abuse. And I've gone back for more too many times. But I've gone back for more for the last time. I'm sick of being lied to, used whenever it's convenient, cast aside when it's not, and having my friends lied to because of all that manipulation. I'm not saying that I have no blame in anything, because I know I've had my share of the responsibility. I've let it keep going; there have been lies and broken promises on my part, but I'm not going to put up with any more.

I'm sorry about that; I'm sorry that I let things go so far, and I'm sorry that I haven't had the strength to say no and walk away before. I wish I had. It would have saved me a lot of grief. But I didn't, and now I have to move on and pick up the pieces. I'm glad for what I've learned through all of this; I'm glad that it wasn't a wasted time. But it's over, and that's the end of it. There's no reason to keep putting up with this kind of treatment.

Anyways, I just had to get that out. This is over, and there's nothing else to say about it.
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posted at 8:12 p.m.