war—paint:

The worst thing about myself is that I never stop caring. You could treat me like complete shit, but I’ll stick around. I give out second, third, fourth chances. I’ll never give up on you and I’ll always believe you still have some good left in you. I’ll convince myself you’re just in a funk and you’ll be out of it and back to normal soon. So basically, I’ll just let you walk all over me, and when nothing else works out for you, you can come back to me because I’m a fucking idiot!!