Stuck I don't know who I am any more. I don't sleep. I don't eat. I just sit and read his phone bills, his messages, look at pictures. I asked him how many there were, he says he doesn't remember - he says he doesn't keep count. I believe him, I lost count now too. They're not pretty girls, they don't have good bodies, there is nothing extraordinary about them, yet they swarm in their multitudes, drowning me. I don't wear make up anymore, stopped doing my hair, wear pyjamas everyday. He doesn't care. He was never interested. He just doesn't want anyone else to have me. Now I don't even want myself.
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