For some weird reason I keep on fighting for something that I know I can’t have. I respect myself way too much. I have pride. But I’m in love with a pervert. He claims to be that and I keep on denying it and looking past his miss-steps. How can I care so deeply about a stranger and no one can understand why nor do I. Now I came to the realization that I might not be able to fix something that doesn’t want to be fixed. And here am I getting hurt by a fucking stranger. Why do I do this to myself? It seems as if I’m hurting myself purposely. Why do I keep on trying with a hopeless case and I keep ignoring what people say? Maybe its because I see someone who’s capable of something… someone capable of change. Why do I have to have feelings for this stupid fucking pervert.