I think I've got mine figured out. It's pretty much the same shit, just different people. It's hard when the types of people you're naturally drawn to and accepted by are just wrong some how. There's always a catch. The last ones have been on my mind quite a bit lately. I lived with them, made them family, and I love them to this day but they can't grow up && step up & do what's best, and now the beautiful child one of them has is going to suffer because of it. It's wrong, but I've done everything I can. In the end, you can't help people who don't want to be helped and it just is what it is.
It's hard not to call some of the experience posit