Some Days You Do. Some, You Don't.

Every time we get close to the line of discussion it's like anything I do or say causes an impenetrable force field, and all of it for what in the end? I've seen where it leads, and I'm against it taking those I love. I can't tell others what do with their lives, half the time I don't even know what I'm doing. I can only speak for myself, and give what little advice I have on the matter. So with that said, I'm trying to say it causes all this grief yet is it still worth it?

That's like telling me some days you love me, and some I'm not enough.

keep it raw.