I guess drugs are more important than me.
I dunno if I can be with you anymore if you keep on doing this. I love you so much, I can see myself being with you for the rest of my life but not if you don’t stop. I can’t be around that and I don’t want to be around it. It’s killing you, can’t you see it? You wonder why you don’t feel good all the time. I don’t wanna walk away from you, I love you so much but I don’t know if I can handle you doing stuff like that. If that got around to my parents some how I would be dead. Literally. And that would be the last time I would ever see you. I tell you this all the time but you never do anything. Maybe I really need to be gone for awhile to make you realize I’m serious about what I say. I always give in and I can’t. Not this time