This will probably sound melodramatic, but it's sort of a pattern of my life.

It's the people that stay that hurt you the most. People who stay turn you into their chew toy. And they chew and tear at you until you have nothing left, or they eventually just get bored. And right when you admit that you're at a point where you need them most, they fall short -- whether on purpose or accident -- and then they leave you to die. At that point, they don't even want to offer you water while you suffer from dehydration.

Yes, he's the best guy I know. I feel like a real POS for not giving him more credit. I just can't trust it. And I can't seem to change that.