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It had been about two months of the paparazzi following me asking me stupid questions about Trey and Lebron. Seemed like even when I ducked and dodged into the studio, a restaurant, wherever, there they were hounding me. And it was getting worse with each day that passed. They had been on me so much that I was losing weight and not looking like myself at all. I was stressed out so bad that I was now up to almost ten pills a day, trying to lead a semi normal life. I hadn't planned on using so many but the stress was causing anxiety and they helped with that.
I had been trying to get back on Lebron's good side but he wasn't letting me in so easy. He wasn't exactly shutting me out but he was making us getting back together a hard task. If he had a game, I would try to go and support him but when he would see me, like literally make eye contact with me, he wouldn't speak to me. I had to initiate all of our calls and every time he wanted to cut the conversation short saying that he had something to do and he would call me back. He never did. I finally made the decision to just leave him alone. If he wanted to make things work out then he would have to reach out to me. If he never did, then the pills could help me get over that too.
On the other hand, Trey would not leave me alone. He sends back to back texts all day every day saying how he misses me and he wants to see me. He's made several cryptic messages on IG and twitter talking about me and everyone was eating it up. Then, I saw him on Jimmy Kimmel performing wearing a t-shirt with my face on it. The shit was making me frustrated that he didn't get the hint. I should've known from the very beginning, he only wanted to use me as a stepping stool to shoot himself further into stardom. I was so damn miserable. The only thing I could do at this point was make music. That was the only therapy I needed and it was the only thing attempting to keep me sane.
I was on my way back home now from a studio session, and here the paparazzi was again snapping photos of me.
"Where is Lebron?"
"Where's your ring?"
"Are you guys okay?"
"Can you tell us about the Trey Songz picture?"
"Are you cheating on Lebron?"
"Can you tell us anything?"
As I got into my car, I saw that Solange was calling me again. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. It almost felt like everyone was pointing the blame at me. I wasn't the only one in the wrong here. Lebron had done some things to me too. Nobody saw it that way and that's why I limited who I talked to because I didn't want to hear it. I knew Solange would have something crazy to say so I ignored her call only for her to call me again. I ignored it again. Then Angie called as I finally began to drive. I didn't want to talk to her either but I know she was only doing what I paid her to do.
"Yes," I said exhausted.
"Kellz it's Angie just calling to check in. You haven't been to the office or answered any of the emails this last week especially. Just wanted to see if you needed me to do anything."
