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Sometimes you look back at a situation and think what the fuck was I doing. That’s how I feel about you. In hindsight it’s easy to see how big of a mistake I was making but I was too caught up with the idea of having something I so badly wanted that I put up with all your bullshit. It still hurts when I think back to what I had to do, but I know if I’d stayed any longer, I would have met the end of me.