You have to realize there is nothing more you can do to convince someone you love to turn their life around. You simply have to say, "Look. I love you, but I cannot stand by and watch you kill yourself slowly. When you want help I'm here. Until then, goodbye." That may sound cruel, but self-preservation is paramount to helping someone else. If you're a wreck, you're useless to them, anyway. And if they refuse help, despite knowing the likely outcome, they will head down that path anyway.

I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.

Your hurt swallows ine, like space swallows time, and the two intertwine. We tangle together.

No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity.

Heart Breaking, I think that if Dad, staring down the sight of a 10mm, would only tell me he loves me, I could easily change my mind... ...but he won't.

Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes off with soap. I don’t believe that. I think it all leaves stains. Indelible stains.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.