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Well for starters, she seems to have lost interest in me. I mean, she just wanted weird internet clout or something? So she used me? Basically she connected me with Rolling Stone magazine, I wrote a book, we did a podcast, I made a bunch of albums, & she comes out and just disses me on tape for a decade plus. I mean, I forgave her.. I thought of her as a type of soulmate? But like, the poor girl is so darned daft that she's either an actor first and a musician by accident, or she's just like.. I have no clue. Some sort of enigma, right? Um. I still sort of love her for what she meant to me, but I couldn't get past the part that I was 'trolled' to distract me from our hiatus, even though I would have happily spoken to her, and signed in despite our hiatus, uh.. Yeah. I don't know. I've been sadly in love on and off since I was 13 and now I'm almost 32 and we've never so much as shared a room. It was just like, web shit & I felt like we were a team but she introduced me to her bastard friends and I just couldn't help but avoid Yahoo! after that. I stayed on my MSN & doxxed myself so I was easy to Google, & she just, didn't try. She decided that she was sad, and I was bad, and I developed brain damage from my severe depression (due to my parents insisting I never have online friends; thus I never told a soul about my 'soulmate') in that I was medicated until my passwords and past alias' were all forgotten. So like, right before her music went back on Spotify, I Googled her after seeing her face on a magazine, in that I never liked pop singers and didn't listen to the radio or watch television, so I was just picking up my pills & saw her face and said "I should find out who that woman is" as I was famously pretending to be in a relationship with her and Ava Taylor (aka the Ava Taylor Swift conundrum) without even so much as knowing that Taylor wasn't a brunette. I had this infatuation with her, even after I had lost the ability to remember her. But I Googled her, and her birthday triggered memories to being at the public library, writing to the girl in chatrooms, installing the messenger app every day, and yada yada I just don't think it's going to work out. She has her friends use my PC and share my music. She even had me finish the story to several of my future television shows; of which many have hit more than 1 season over the past decade. Like, I honestly don't know. I have no interest in fame, or fortune, & I have claimed time & time again that I'd rather be a recluse, or live in 1745, but it's 2020 & the only girl I've ever so much as felt a legitimate connection to decided against love, and instead works on producing secret pornography with strange men. It's fascinating, I mean.. Like I said, I had, before my memories kicked in, been interested in Rachel; Ava Taylor, so like, I'm not the type gonna be all "you whore" at her, but I legitimately don't get her any longer. We were so close. Bastille day 2002 until my birthday 2004 when I was supposed to be gone for only a month. But there was something growing in her, & now I'm just going to click around Tinder, even though I'd rather be single at the moment. I mean, I like when I get matches, but they're mostly just that. A like. Right? I've never made a real connection. I've been neglected my whole life. I wish I had a lover.