Quote from an article online.....
Look, NAGS, I feel for you; I've been there. Well, not there, I've never been with a dog-fucker, I'm happy to report. But I have allowed myself to fall hopelessly in love with guys who were completely fucked-up. And here's what I learned: Sometimes we fall in love with people who, for whatever reason, simply aren't healthy enough to love us back. When you realize that you're falling in love with a hopeless mess, NAGS, you don't hang in there, hoping that your love will cure him. It won't. Love is great, love is grand, but love ain't chemotherapy-it's not going to magically turn some sick fucker into a healthy fucker.
How many times have we either tried to be chemotherapy or been the unloveable?
How many times have we either tried to be chemotherapy or been the unloveable?