Pisses me off.

     Why does she have to care so much? Why can't she just leave me alone?

     And yet, I still lean on her and answer her questions and let her take me home to get cleaned up.

     I love her too much to stay away and let the fight break us up.

     I love her too much to le ther go.

     And so I tell her that, we both break into tears and apologise to each other.

     The fight was about something stupid anyways; I've been trying to find a job but nowhere will hire me, so I can't really help with any of the bills or rent.

     I promise her I'll try harder to find something that makes us money and she says she'll help me build a resume.

     God, I love her.

     I hope I can keep this nice thing. I need it.