i hate cocaine, i hate what it does to people. I hate that I'm considered worse than some fucking rockstar that actually literally fucked other men while in a relationship. I hate the updown, the 'sorry, i was hurt'....we talk, we conclude, then suddenly I'm disgusting to you again, and yet you still tell me you love me the very next morning. I very much want this to work out....i will stick by you through thick and thin, I will help you become healthy if you want that.......but holy fuck I have my emotional limits. Once. ONCE more. I don't know why I even say that, i know how it goes. and so it goes. —heart broken and smooshed