Day

Sweating
Laughing
Living
Crying
Dieing
Crying

This was my day.

"Unhealthy" That is how they describe her to me. I would know. I've been with her longer than any of them, I know her better than any of them. They are right though, they see what she is doing, and what its doing to me. My self punishing and ever forgiving personality assurs this, everything becomes my fault, not only in her eyes, but in mine too. Its hard for me to even acknowlege that she is bad for me. Its more like me being around her is bad for me. God. This whole situation is Hell. She needs me, and I know she needs me.

I dont know what to do.

I guess I'll just love unconditionally, thats always worked for me.