the pieces are only as good as the whole

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his ignorance burns me every time: his
refusal to accept that i hate his partying habit,
the girl(s) he parties with, the guys he
spends his time around, the people he calls
his friends, his family, & his home. i think
the only reason i really keep him around sometimes

is because without him,
i have nothing.
i am nothing.

so i tell myself that i can deal with his parties, girls,
and lies. i tell myself i'll just deal with the drinking (
the drugs), the nights he spends making love to his
guitar, the days he sleeps in when i thought he'd maybe
devote a few hours to me. the only reason i really keep
holding onto him

is because without him,
i have nothing.
i am nothing.

a/n: i just want to cry, yet nothing that i write will make me cry.
two days of this shit & i'm going crazy. someone, please,
anyone. just fucking make me cry.