I still love you. I always will. When
I still love you. I always will. When you told me you were moving to NC, I cried. I want to help you. I want to make you feel better, but everytime we talk you make me feel worse. Your addiction to your pills, how your never honest when your sober, how you tell me you love me and then go back to someone else. It breaks my heart. I cry myself to sleep. I am nothing but a s**** up to you, but I still love you. What is wrong with me?